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‘in clear oil air …’

06 Wednesday Jan 2016

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1996, air, Batman, Batmobile, Batsignal, being, buildings, eyes, faces, glass, light, mauve, oil, point, portrait, purple, Robin, sky, staring

 

 

 

                in clear oil air

                the sky is always
                mauve
                the buildings
                purple

                the Boy Wonder
                with glass eyes
                points away

                to the Batsignal
                the Batman
                holds the steering wheel
                staring ahead

                the light gleams
                over his oily skin
                and fleshface

                anyway

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

air wormhole: zazen
Batman & purple wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
being wormhole: if left alone
buildings wormhole: ING IS BELIEVING
eyes & light wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
faces wormhole: mauve / night
glass wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
mauve wormhole: 1967
Robin wormhole: where the real action // always is
sky wormhole: “walking …”

 

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plop!

09 Wednesday Dec 2015

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1996, giving, listening, love, opening, realisation, relationship, sound

 

 

 

he listened
she realised

plop!

r        i     p   p   l     e        s

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

giving wormhole: de Boeddha // of light
listening wormhole: disappear
love wormhole: left alone
realisation wormhole: recovered
sound wormhole: 08:55

 

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1996 dream

07 Saturday Dec 2013

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1996, 2012, 6*, bay window, buildings, crane, dream, Eglinton Hill, grass, hospital, morning, reaching, searching, sky, viaduct, windows

 

 

 

                                                                                    1996 dream

 

wandering through Eglinton Hill
finding rooms going down into
                the ‘breakfast room’
                                – the morning room –
which was bigger and bay-windowed

                looking through the windows
there was an abandoned psychiatric hospital next door
                                run down
                a huge monolithic building
                                thousands of bricks
                                windows fallen out
                grass growing in and on the building
off the end of the building a series of huge arches
                like viaducts now collapsing
                a last arch had collapsed and only extended for half its reach
                                but right at its end stood a huge construction crane
                rising high up into the sky
                                reaching further out with its arm
                                perched on the end of the arch
                                                              reaching
                it should crumble
                and fall
but it doesn’t

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

buildings & crane wormhole: cranes
dream & Eglinton Hill wormhole: dream return / to Eglinton Hill
morning wormhole: stranger / if we met
searching wormhole: my current vague and pain
sky wormhole: how hard / to meditate
viaduct wormhole: from my childhood
windows wormhole: early bed tonight

 

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venetian / blinds

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1996, 4*, combe end, kitchen, roads, sun, venetian blinds, willow

 

 

 

                                                           venetian
                                              blinds

                                    the sun
                                    glints
                                    up and
                                    down
                                    the tall
                                    radio aerial
                                    to one side
                                    to the other
                                    the tall
                                    willow tree
                                    waving not

                        rhythm
            in

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: curtains open / in the evening
kitchen wormhole: sun through / the hedge
roads wormhole: Manhattan 2012
sun wormhole: I’ll just read a chapter
venetian blinds wormhole: altogether

 

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in the gem shop / on the pier

18 Wednesday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1996, 4*, beach, Eastbourne, family, pier, portrait, waves

 

 

 

                                in the gem shop
                                on the pier

                stepping out
                the beach is
                part sand

                part stone

                the father
                steps close

                to the mother
                and child and

                                flash

                takes a picture
                as the waves come in

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

beach wormhole: cloudy
Eastbourne wormhole: orange / tracksuit

family wormhole: sometimes
waves wormhole: bbbrsshhh … sss …

 

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plop!

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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1996, 4*, listening, portrait, realisation

 

 

 

            he listened
            she realised

                      plop!

r            i            p            p            l            e            s

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

listening wormhole: green top
realisation wormhole: TV programme

 

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Charlotte

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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1996, 3*, Charlotte, Hillside, portrait, speech

 

 

…

                                              Charlotte

                      no more
                      no one was dead

                      he jumped … off
                      the table and the policeman

                      went to work
                      now the bank can open

 

                      he can’t fit in

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Charlotte & Hillside wormhole: Dottie
speech wormhole: Jonathon

 

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altogether

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1996, 4*, Ayling's Store, blue, breeze, brown, cars, Crowborough, green, grey, leaf, orange, red, sky, trees, venetian blinds

 

 

 

                                   the middle of the shelf
                                   two brown bottles

                                   of whiskey then a
                                   green gin
                                   a clear rum and
                                   something
                                   deep blue

                                              altogether

                                   before the red
                                   venetian blind

                                   in the
                                   grocery store

                                   outside
                                   the grey sky
                                   and the cars
                                   in the forecourt

                                   at length
                                   a passing
                                   orange car and

                                   over the road

                                   an almost
                                   bare
                                   tree

                                   just one
                                   leaf
                                   only

                                   flapping
                                   in the breeze

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: oh
breeze wormhole: ‘first thing / in the morning …’
brown wormhole: avenues of uprise
cars wormhole: evening
Crowborough wormhole: after a lot / of rain
green wormhole: Jonathon
grey wormhole: room 506 / Central Park
leaves wormhole: twilight
orange wormhole: autumn
red wormhole: Jonathon
sky wormhole: this time
trees wormhole: ”hmm …’ …’
venetian blinds wormhole: texture

 

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Dottie

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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1996, 4*, breathing, Charlotte, Hillside, portrait

 

 

 

                           Dottie

                           breathing
                           through her mouth

                           head
                           bent from the shoulders

                           the last
                           piece of fluff
                           from her toe
                           was cleaned
                           then –

                           thump! –

                           the foot
                           thwacked
                           on the floor

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

breathing wormhole: this time
Charlotte wormhole: Charlotte
Hillside wormhole: Jonathon

 

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Jonathon

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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1996, 4*, green, Hillside, Jon, portrait, red, speech, yellow

 

 

 

                                              Jonathon

                      crouched over the

                      red green and
                      yellow Brio

                      scattered about
                      the floor

                      screeches

                      to his brother
                      in the other

                      room “No
                      you cannot use my

                      walkie-talkie!”

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

green & red wormhole: weekend
Hillside wormhole: Charlotte
Jon wormhole: Charlotte
yellow wormhole: eldorado

 

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