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Brugges April 2015
looking to find myself at the international train station – all
the people passing – I’ll feel stone-faced and unmoved until
I let their faces pass with all manner of their step ‘n’ roll
looking to find themselves at the international train station –
looking is found when letting is seen – lost the civic
detail of architecture in spikey scaffolding turning; the
bite in the sunny air before the grey girder holding everything –
the tracks and posts of infrastructure turned by brick-weight
and wooden wheel found archaeological, built space high
into the sky with threefold holy design – life spent and time-
worn in silent healing sitting collected and still in a lifetime
of ghostly movement before brick pillars clear as history
makes them; “time is just a measurement” said John right,
before he died “happiness is very simple” said Ediccia;
the purple skirt was settled then the lime shirt veined lemon
with om mani padme hum threads was procured and the slipper
slipped from the waitress’ heel as she used her fine calves
to find free tables; golden saints on pinnacles languidly
show something that the 7 year old strutting before the
Open Light Brass Band cannot as oak twigs bud in the sky;
the dark-carved wood gilt with silver effulgence to a higher
record than the fine-branched brass scales that measure
the herbs porcelain to the touch while the carillon plays
dissimilar tunes discordantly to forgotten time and history
I am very pleased to present the above, cultured from a short stay in Brugges at the beginning of this month; we travelled by Eurostar leaving from St. Pancras station and passed through Brussels, then out to Brugges; there is no newer building in the centre of the town, the spires and towers still rise down side streets no matter where you walk (Spire of the Church of Our Lady); there is a large photograph of nuns dedicated to life healing at the exhibition in Sint-Janshospitaal and an exhibition ‘Right, Before I Die’ by Andrew George of photographs of people towards the ends of their life and the words they have to say; we visited the old apothecary back at Sint-Janshospitaal; there was a music festival happening but we only saw the Open Light Brass Band play …
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
architecture & buildings & girl & identity & passing & people & seeing & sound & time wormhole: sight / seeing
church wormhole: Trinity Arts
compassion wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
faces & society wormhole: mass
ghosts wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
gold & speech wormhole: gold wedding band
grey wormhole: Hypnopompia
history wormhole: ha ha ha
lemon & lime wormhole: crumpled / notebooks / at the end of a gentle retreat
letting go & space wormhole: between
lifetimes wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
looking wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
oak wormhole: corroboration
posture wormhole: oh,
purple wormhole: the edge has come …
silver wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
sky wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
sun & train wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
wood wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
