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Tag Archives: 2009

Michael Redford: triptych

29 Friday Apr 2016

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1935, 1970, 2007, 2009, 2012, afterlife, armchair, being, black, brown, carpet, chair, cigar, doing, doors, evening, fire, floorboards, garden, green, horizon, life, living, living room, night, piano, plants, plastic, Ramsden Heath, realisation, sitting, sitting room, smell, sound, table, talking, trees, uncle, windows, wine, wood

 

 

 

                                           Michael Redford
                                           1935-2007

                                           later on
                           he strolled in the garden
                           breathing the night and the plants
                           smoking a fine cigar

                           then he paused
                           and looked back at the armchair
                           where he had been sitting –
                                           Pphffffff

 

—~~M~~—

 

                                              sitting room

                                              plastic-marbled
                                              chest-height handle

                                              smell of sofa-linen
                                              and wood-fire evenings

                                              with company
                                              and dark green wines

                                              cool black boards and
                                              the white patterned carpet

                                              with almost-meeting
                                              crenellated walls

                                              brow-height mantelpiece
                                              on jungle green

                                              and the piano in the
                                              corner with duff bass keys –

                                              plant-shaking

 

—~~M~~—

 

                                                                      1970

                                                                      to my uncle
                                                                      shifting on
                                                                      hardplastic
                                                                      seat of dining
                                                                      chair – crack –

                                                                      elbow uncomfortable
                                                                      on table-edge
                                                                      carving – creak –
                                                                      to execute a
                                                                      perfect tree

                                                                      on the horizon
                                                                      with just two strokes
                                                                      one brown
                                                                      one green
                                                                      I knew then

                                                                      to put down
                                                                      my compass plans
                                                                      for every detail
                                                                      but only just now
                                                                      doing it

 

looking for what to publish today, I found my uncle unassumingly proffering the lesson in life that he always gave, even nine years after he died: that you don’t look for life, you notice it; some teachers teach by being rather than saying, so that you don’t realise you are being taught until you know; wherever he is now, I hope he knows what he gave me/us … in fact I dedicate the clean-ity of all I notice to return the gift to my uncle wherever his lives have led him now

 

Mick and Mark

 

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

being & doing wormhole: need
black wormhole: the start of adolescence
brown wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
carpet wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
doors & garden wormhole: impressionism
evening wormhole: well,
green & talking wormhole: bavardage
horizon & life wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
living & night & smell & sound & table & windows & wood wormhole: B le tch l ey P ark
living room wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
piano wormhole: tabla
Ramsden Heath & uncle wormhole: … still waving!
realisation wormhole: dream career // groggy
sitting wormhole: the writing’s on the wall
sitting room wormhole: purple and mauve
trees wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25

 

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1968

20 Wednesday Apr 2016

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1968, 2009, abandonment, being, child, childhood, curtains, divorce, doubt, facade, father, feeling, holiday, identity, illusion, lilac, living, passing, sky, sleep, stretch, sunlight, time, timelessness, town, truth, vermillion, yawn, years

 

 

 

                                                                 1968

                      child living at rate: three months per hour
                      sat under lilac viscous sky and watched
                      the vermilion slicks form and pass; the

                      Way Things Are through which I had come
                      was no longer living with us; what I had
                      felt – under my fingernails – might not be

                      true (like the facades of towns erected
                      for a holiday) now had reference, I felt
                      no feeling, all Absolutes were off, all

                      interaction doubtful.   The child slept for
                      a week, is now stretching and yawning, a
                      new day ahead shining through curtains

 

 

 

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

1968 wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
abandonment wormhole: 1963
being & passing & living wormhole: impressionism
child wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood & sky wormhole: 1963
curtains wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
divorce wormhole: sit
father wormhole: Jon
holiday wormhole: nothing to write
identity wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
lilac wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
sleep wormhole: com- / mute
time wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
vermillion wormhole: 1967
years wormhole: 1964

 

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the start of      adolescence

05 Tuesday Apr 2016

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2009, adolescence, black, childhood, dark, Eglinton Hill, emergence, glass, identity, lamp, red, shadow, stairs

 

 

 

                        the start of      adolescence
                      red smoked-     glass shade
                        of the oil       lamp and
                        the wet-      sharp-black
                       shadow      under
                            the      already dark stairs

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood wormhole: mauve
Eglinton Hill wormhole: 1963
emergence wormhole: walking through Lewes
glass wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
identity & red wormhole: first Spring storm
shadow wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
stairs wormhole: top table

 

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the open window

08 Friday Jan 2016

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'scape, 2009, bedroom, doors, garden, open, opening, outside, silence, sound, watching, wind, windows

 

 

 

                      someone put a tool down
                      on a worktop
                      outside somewhere     strange
                      there was no noise

                      then the door shook
                      against the stay as
                      the wind gulped up
                      through the gardens
                      and lifted it wide open
                      as I watched

                                          the open window

 

 

 

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

bedroom wormhole: sit
doors wormhole: the breath of London
garden wormhole: new garden
open wormhole: 1963
silence wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
sound wormhole: the warp and the plumbing
wind wormhole: ING IS BELIEVING
windows wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana

 

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… back to the outbreath

26 Sunday Apr 2015

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2009, abandonment, asking, being, breathing, child, crane, creativity, divorce, doing, ideas, inspiration, nostalgia, performance, planning, questioning, settling, sitting, tragedy

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                the Plans
                                                                                                                                the Grand Ideas
                                                                                                                the Tragedies
                                                                                                the Inspirations
                                                                                the Nostalgia
                                                                the Counting
                                                the Creating
                                the Safeguarding
                the Performing
the Buzzzzzz

                                all giving
                                voice to the
                                child who
                                asked why
                                does it have
                                to happen to
                                us but no one
                                answered too
                                upset …
                … back to the outbreath

 

 

 

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

abandonment wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
being & doing & sitting wormhole: time proceeds
breathing & creativity wormhole: Trinity Arts
child wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
crane wormhole: the 20th century
divorce wormhole: just words wiped across a line
settling wormhole: gently straighten

 

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knees

30 Sunday Nov 2014

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2009, 6*, combe end, girl, hair, moon, muse, portrait, snow, sunlight, walking, windows

 

 

 

                                   knees

                           setting sunlight in the
                           windows behind her a
                           moon-faced girl both
                           hands in high pockets
                           treads carefully on the
                           snow then turns her
                           head to see where
                           the rest are –

                           curtain of hair

 

 

 

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

combe end wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
girl & muse wormhole: is she / looking at me?
hair wormhole: happy birthday, my love
moon wormhole: Bat-Shadow
snow wormhole: 1963
walking wormhole: smiling
windows wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114

 

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returning home

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

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2009, 6*, acceptance, career, compassion, growth, identity, pointlessness, teaching

 

 

 

                                   returning home

                                   out of ennui
                                   I grasped for significance

                                   I clung to significance
                                   despite ennui

                                   I built a career
                                   out of significance

                                   around tragedy now
                                   I must deconstruct it

                                   and embrace
                                   ennui

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
acceptance wormhole: covert being
career wormhole: someone’s back
compassion wormhole: the discovery of / leaving no trace
identity wormhole: 1976
pointlessness wormhole: for so long
teaching wormhole: ‘once upon a quarter century …’

 

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knees

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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'scape, 2009, 5*, combe end, evening, girl, hair, moon, muse, portrait, snow, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                              knees

                                setting sun
                                light in the windows
                                behind her a moon-faced
                                girl both hands in high
                                pockets treads carefully
                                on the snow then
                                turns her head to see
                                where the rest are –

                                curtain of hair

 

 

 

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

combe end wormhole: evening
evening wormhole: “bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”
girl & hair wormhole: silence
moon wormhole: only
muse wormhole: wakey wakey / time to get up
snow wormhole: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute
sun & windows wormhole: rear attic / bedroom

 

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the start of / adolescence

19 Saturday May 2012

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'scape, 2009, 3*, black, Eglinton Hill, emergence, lamp, red, shadow, stairs

 

 

 

                                   the start of
                                   adolescence

                                   red smoked-
                                   glass shade
                                   of the oil
                                   lamp and
                                   the wet –
                                   sharp black
                                   shadow
                                   under the
                                   stairs

 

 

 

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

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
black wormhole: 1967
Eglinton Hill wormhole: dream 290697
emergence wormhole: … Saturday arrived
red wormhole: Nag’s Head
shadow wormhole: Shunryu / Suzuki / Roshi
stairs wormhole: Charlotte

 

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back to the / outbreath

19 Saturday May 2012

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2009, 4*, being, divorce, doing, growth, life, sitting

 

 

 

                                                                           the
                                                     Plans the
                                                     Grand Ideas the
                                                     Tragedies the
                                                     Inspirations the
                                                     Nostalgia the
                                                     Counting the
                                                     Creating the
                                                     Safeguarding the
                                                     Performing the
                                     Buzz

                                                     all of these
                                                     give a voice
                                                     to the child
                                                     who asked why
                                                     does it have to
                                                     happen to us
                                                     but no one
                                                     answered

                                                                   too upset

                                     back to the
                                     outbreath

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: facing up
divorce wormhole: dream 290697
doing wormhole: I do
life wormhole: 1973
sitting wormhole: ‘when sitting I am just sitting maybe …’

 

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