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Tag Archives: 2016

growth

05 Thursday Apr 2018

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2016, 3*, abstract, brick, capitalism, civilisation, commerce, division, Eastbourne, exploitation, growth, identity, number, philanthropy, red, slum, society, tiles, time, zero

                redbrick high and
                tile-rounded turret

                ancient civilisation
                advanced according

                to climbing number
                compared to zero

                for abstract of finery
                and ideal of commerce

                with philanthropic swirl
                from slum outlands of

                growth

 

 

 

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capitalism wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
Eastbourne wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
identity wormhole: animus rises – powieview #37
red wormhole: with all love released
society wormhole: frame
time wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’

 

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animus rises – powieview #37

02 Monday Apr 2018

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1971, 2016, 7*, adolescence, Allen Ginsberg, anima, animus, bliss, body, Bowie, broken, business, castration, chair, embarrasment, eyes, finger, genitalia, green, guitar, Howl, identity, music, open, rooftops, sex, touch

                ah, the lick the
                ahh-dolescence
                the rise of anima
                touched and sigh’d

                embodied, oo, I’ve
                got one of those,
                one of these, I’m
                one of them, wav-

                ing genitals to
                eternity from the
                rooftops until,
                embarrassed,

                animus rises
                statuesque to the
                cause, blissfully
                broken across

                open green eyes,
                easy shots from
                the swivel chair
                with cut-off finger

 

sigh‘d from the tumultuous adolescence of Ziggy Stardust, 1971 and Soul Love, 1971

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: loss
eyes wormhole: coagulating
green wormhole: olive trees
guitar wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
identity wormhole: it’s all about…;
music wormhole: quiet river
open wormhole: frame
rooftops wormhole: between

 

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it’s all about…;

25 Sunday Mar 2018

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2016, 6*, giving, Have, identity, looking, possession, seeing, thinking, wanting

                it’s all about…;

                it’s not looking
                for what I want
                it’s having
                what I see

                it’s not having
                what I want
                it’s giving
                what isn’t mine

                and when I
                think carefully
                about it, nothing
                is really mine

 

 

 

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Have & identity wormhole: coagulating
looking wormhole: hold them
seeing wormhole: sharpened apex
thinking wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold

 

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sharpened apex

22 Thursday Mar 2018

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2016, 6*, Alhambra, apex, belief, colour, dimension, emptiness, faces, gap, Granada, hierarchy, hope, line, seeing, simultaneity, space, spontaneity, sublime, water, white

                I am sorry Alhambra
                I just didn’t like you much

                I wanted to, I always have the
                soft spot for the yawning gap

                and I wanted to hope that
                there was sublimity in your

                finest white line that
                proceeds in simultaneity,

                its exponential spaces
                spontaneous to behold: colour

                dimension, the faces of beings
                the trickle of water between;

                I saw it all but it was
                too demonstrable to see

                a monument to yet another
                hideous hierarchy and

                yet another shaved and
                sharpened apex

 

part of the pyramidical melange of: Granada & Other Poems

 

 

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emptiness & space wormhole: lack of center
faces & white wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’
seeing wormhole: frame
water wormhole: next unexpected step

 

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olive trees

21 Wednesday Mar 2018

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2016, 4*, blue, fields, Granada, grass, green, olive trees, passing, shade, trunk

                olive trees

                straw fields and
                blackened trunks

                always under
                their own shade

                edged with puffs
                of greenblue grass

 

part of a passing melange: Granada & Other Poems

 

 

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blue wormhole: with all love released
green wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Making Hay
passing wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call

 

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quiet river

20 Tuesday Mar 2018

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2016, 5*, Granada, music, quiet, river, windows

                the dormer window
                of the dilapidated escuela
                de música, a sheet holder,

                perhaps, to turn notation
                to wave, perhaps perched
                above the quiet river

 

part of a sunny melange: Granada & Other Poems

 

 

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music wormhole: is there anything to write?
quiet wormhole: is this it // all the time
river wormhole: river
windows wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’

 

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hold them

18 Sunday Mar 2018

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2016, 5*, letting go, looking, lost, love, notice, observation, searching, wonder

                the tiny observations
                the hope for things to find

                are just as quickly lost as noticed

                without the love and
                wonder to hold them

 

 

 

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letting go & looking & love wormhole: with all love released
searching wormhole: next unexpected step

 

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‘when travelling astrally …’

17 Saturday Mar 2018

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1964, 2016, 5*, black, clouds, Dr Strange, facade, faces, fingers, purple, sky, Strange Tales, texture, time, travelling, walls, white, windows, world

                when travelling astrally the
                eloquent fingers navigate the
                world which is flat white or
                receding black where the only
                elapse are the hands of time
                and the turn of windows in
                the facades of 3rd dimension
                and gargoyle faces bystand
                on walls; light leans between
                struts and the clouds texture
                the sky like purple worms

 

from Strange Tales #121, ‘Witchcraft in the Wax Museum’, June 1964; Lee & Ditko

 

 

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black & Dr Strange & time & walls wormhole: coagulating
black & white wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
clouds wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Making Hay
faces wormhole: turned backs of saddened victory
purple wormhole: with all love released
sky wormhole: between
travelling wormhole: travelling // arrival
windows & world wormhole: frame

 

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coagulating

15 Thursday Mar 2018

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1964, 2016, 6*, Dr Strange, eyes, frame, Have, identity, illusion, reality, spell, Strange Tales, streets, talking, time, truth, walls

                both street and screen frame
                all the truth we can but claim

                we spell with claim, and elbow
                and weave a cage of mallow

                babble all sticky sweet to the
                merest touch, coagulating

                during years of circulation
                into walls with frightened eyes

 

based on ‘The House of Shadows’ in Strange Tales #120, May 1964, by Lee & Ditko

 

 

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1964 & Dr Strange wormhole: frame
eyes wormhole: turned backs of saddened victory
Have & walls wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
identity wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
reality wormhole: river
streets wormhole: loss
talking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Making Hay
time wormhole: with all love released

 

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frame

14 Wednesday Mar 2018

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1964, 2016, 4*, Dr Strange, frame, hands, magic, movement, open, seeing, society, Steve Ditko, windows, world

                hands like open plates
                send the seed of
                miniature through
                opened windows

                in a world that
                fashioned windows to
                see all movement,
                requires the cross of

                frame

 

from Strange Tales #117, ‘The Many Traps of Baron Mordo’, February 1964; Lee & Ditko

 

 

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1964 & Dr Strange & windows wormhole: turned backs of saddened victory
hands wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
open wormhole: for / the first time
seeing & society wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
world wormhole: circuitry

 

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