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Tag Archives: 4*

THE GREAT FIGURE by William Carlos Williams

19 Friday Oct 2018

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1921, 4*, city, firetruck, gold, gong, light, night, passing, rain, red, rumbling, siren, sound, wheel, William Carlos Williams

                                THE GREAT FIGURE

                Among the rain
                and lights
                I saw the figure 5
                in gold
                on a red
                firetruck
                moving
                tense
                unheeded
                to gong clangs
                siren howls
                and wheels rumbling
                through the dark city.

 

from Sour Grapes, 1921
how could this not be included; how could I not include the painting by Charles Demuth; how emblematic is this of taking the notice of all that is in the universe that we are born to …

 

 

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city wormhole: raised brow
gold wormhole: fifty-eight // and silent prayers
light wormhole: despite that
night wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
passing & red wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
rain wormhole: ‘… plane is upright …’
sound wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pigs
William Carlos Williams wormhole: THE LONELY STREET by William Carlos Williams

 

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Victorian pipework

21 Friday Sep 2018

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2018, 4*, architecture, Eastbourne, identity, living, passing, pipes, society, Victorian houses, windows

                                self-possession
                defferently-aligned and

                                different-sized
                windows accorded to

                                different calls
                of life amid all the winding

                                and ubiquitous
                Victorian pipework

 

 

 

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

architecture wormhole: cool / tiled flooring
Eastbourne wormhole: amniotic avenue
identity wormhole: you
living wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
passing & society wormhole: despite that
Victorian houses wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
windows wormhole: JANUARY by William Carlos Williams

 

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JANUARY by William Carlos Williams

05 Wednesday Sep 2018

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1921, 4*, dialogue, distraction, January, music, temptation, William Carlos Williams, wind, windows, writing

                                   JANUARY

                Again I reply to the triple winds
                running chromatic fifths of derision
                outside my window:
                                                     Play louder.
                You will not succeed. I am
                bound more to my sentences
                the more you batter at me
                to follow you.
                                         And the wind,
                as before, fingers perfectly
                its derisive music.

 

from Sour Grapes, 1921

it’s the immanence of writing within the experience that it is writing about that makes writing a wrestling match between perception and the thought thereof …

 

 

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

distraction wormhole: divergent // direction
music wormhole: TREES by William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams wormhole: THE DESOLATE FIELD by William Carlos Williams
wind & windows wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
writing wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – old George

 

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how to teach

02 Sunday Sep 2018

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2018, 4*, Academy, accountability, betrayal, career, classroom, corridors, flowers, game, ideas, infrastructure, management, OFSTED, politics, Principal, requirement, resentment, school, special measures, teaching, teaching craft, thinking

                I suppose it’s not actually your fault
                that I brought to the point of fruition

                those things which you were required
                to require to keep your sorry arse out of

                special measures and you didn’t have the
                first or second idea what to do with them

                because you had long since moved on to
                eleventh and twelfth ideas playing

                some stupid game about infrastructure
                and accountability and completely forgot

                how to teach

 

about and dedicated to the former Principal of the former school (oh, sorry, Academy … what was I thinking) where I spent the whole 29 years of my former career which had calcified even as it flowered it’s most beautiful petals and eventually snapped under so much pretty weight and fell silent and unnoticed to the ground (and a good job too, it would have been a light, colourful mess in the corridor or the classroom); all of which I am required to not name if I’m to keep the paltry amount of money given for me to just shut up at long last; even after years of escape it seems I still bear a grudge – I really must find a honey pot for it somewhere …

 

 

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

career wormhole: I am not yet ready
game wormhole: [once a] dilemminal [always a dilemminal]
management & teaching wormhole: new blue porsche
politics wormhole: looking / ridiculous
school wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
teaching craft wormhole: Structure & d y n a m i c
thinking wormhole: Khandro Tsering Chodron

 

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‘the Bat-Signal …’

12 Thursday Jul 2018

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1966, 2017, 4*, attention, Batsignal, buildings, clouds, curtains, neighbourhood, night, society, white

                the Bat-Signal
                up into the night clouds

                while buildings hang like
                drawn curtains

                in neighbourhood squares
                they turn white

                in unblinking mute
                attention

 

Batman #184, September 1966: ‘Mystery of the Missing Manhunters!’, written: Gardner Fox, artists: Sheldon Moldoff, Carmine Infantino

 

 

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

attention wormhole: letting them go
buildings wormhole: tram
clouds wormhole: fifty-eight // and silent prayers
curtains & white wormhole: LOVE SONG by William Carlos Williams
night wormhole: all // are // none
society wormhole: PASTORAL by William Carlos Williams

 

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cowl

09 Monday Jul 2018

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2017, 4*, Batman, breathing, control, cowl, duty, eyebrow, jaw, looking, struggle, thinking, white

                                cowl

                to look with semi-circular whites
                to breathe under the whitened prow

                breaking waves, to think with
                whitened arching eyebrows requires

                the hanging jaw of duty and struggle
                and unerring muscular control

 

 

 

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

Batman & thought wormhole: sometimes
breathing & looking wormhole: PASTORAL by William Carlos Williams
thinking wormhole: PASTORAL by William Carlos Williams
white wormhole: I

 

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thought

06 Friday Jul 2018

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1966, 2017, 4*, archetypes, Batman, dark, eyes, identity, mask, no-self, thought, world

                                thought

                the mask over the eyes
                is made from the darkness
                into which it blends

 

Batman #183, ‘Batman’s Baffling Turnabout!’; written: Gardner Fox; artist: Sheldon Moldoff, August 1966

 

 

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

Batman & thought wormhole: sufficiently away
eyes wormhole: I
identity wormhole: EL HOMBRE by William Carlos Williams
world wormhole: glancing up from the text / searching for ground …

 

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sufficiently away

04 Wednesday Jul 2018

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1966, 2017, 4*, avenue, Batman, city, escape, flight, hands, head, leaves, moon, Poison Ivy, thought

                clothed by leaves
                under the thoughts of the moon

                her hand pulled
                his head to her; he had to hold

                tight to mere cord
                high over avenues to get

                sufficiently away

 

from Batman #183, August 1966: “A Touch of Poison Ivy!”, written: Robert Kanigher, drawn: Sheldon Moldoff

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: between
city wormhole: I
hands wormhole: frame
leaves wormhole: breakfast
moon wormhole: Cocktails in 1951
thought wormhole: behind / glass walls and wan and hooded eye

 

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{Ellen Terry’s house}

18 Wednesday Apr 2018

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'scape, 2017, 4*, birds, church, death, Ellen Terry, eyes, light, listening, sound, time, trees, windows, wood

                {Ellen Terry’s house}

                                there are
                slanting shafts of light
                and death mask eyes
                      closed

 

                                     there is
rifling through papers in wooden
drawers somewhere at the back of
      the church

 

                                                                    while
                                birds cheep in the trees alternate
                                and outside and either side of
                                      plain windows

 

… both was, and is, Smallhythe Place

 

 

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

birds & church wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
death wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
eyes wormhole: to arms, then;
light wormhole: turned backs of saddened victory
listening wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
sound & trees wormhole: where did the silence go
time wormhole: perspective
windows wormhole: the turtle and the yoke
wood wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton

 

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so where have I got:

16 Monday Apr 2018

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2017, 4*, Avebury, being, dynamic, inverse relationship, measure, public service, talking to myself, teaching, travelling, value

                so where have I got: I took
                three threads on this short trip:

                once anything is measured it loses
                all value; value is dynamic and

                integral to the happenstance;
                measure is limited and quantitative;

                there is an inverse relationship
                between measure and value, there

                ought to be balance for there to
                be a public service … in and

                out the Avebury Stones, can’t
                seem to find a sig … nal?

 

see: in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …

 

 

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

being wormhole: polystyrene / boulderscape
talking to myself wormhole: to arms, then;
teaching wormhole: agreed termination without prejudice
travelling wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’

 

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    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
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    • U-Z together forever
  • me
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