DANSE RUSSE by William Carlos Williams

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1917, 5*, acceptance, arms, baby, bedroom, dancing, face, happiness, loneliness, mirror, mist, shoulders, singing, sleep, sun, trees, white, wife, William Carlos Williams, yellow

                                DANSE RUSSE

                If I when my wife is sleeping
                and the baby and Kathleen
                are sleeping
                and the sun is a flame-white-disc
                in silken mists
                above shining trees,–
                if I in my north room
                dance naked, grotesquely
                before my mirror
                waving my shirt round my head
                and singing softly to myself:
                “I am lonelt, lonely.
                I was born to be lonely,
                I am best so!”
                If I admire my arms, flanks, buttocks
                against the yellow drawn shades,–

                Who shall say I am not
                the happy genius of my household?

 

from Al Que Quiere, 1917

Diaghilev, Nijinsky and the Ballets Russes were in New York in 1916, inspiring the abandon of conformity and the discipline of acceptance which were so necessary to the budding 20th Century

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

acceptance wormhole: without any buffet at all
bedroom wormhole: between thoughts
dancing wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
loneliness wormhole: Cocktails in 1951
mirror wormhole: … the underleaves show
mist wormhole: mauve
sleep wormhole: after all
sun wormhole: fifty-eight // and silent prayers
trees wormhole: transferring
white wormhole: ‘the Bat-Signal …’
William Carlos Williams wormhole: LOVE SONG by William Carlos Williams
yellow wormhole: abandoned sound mirrors

 

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familiasyncopation

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2016, 7*, apartment, baby, breeze, brother, cactus, children, cotton, family, father, Granada, laughing, meal, passing, portrait, running, sound, streets, sun, Sunday, talking, tragedy, uncle, walls

                                familiasyncopation

                                down
down in the narrow streetways of the Gran Realjo of always sunny Granada

                                                                clak
                                                vacuum clak whines
                                quickly clak scrapescrape around
                the ap – clak – ment

                light cotton cloth hangs
                                back into the room
                                                hangs
                                                relents
                                                hangs                hangs

                family
                                sits
                                                variably
                                                                for the
                                                                                meal
                father’s sentence – chairscrape –
                                ri – co – ch – e – t – s
                                                around four walls
                                                                in warm and all-inclusive statemental embrace                
                                                                                and continues – despite interruptions – all the while                

                children lament a chasing game
                                of plakplak sandals
                                with surprising tragedy
                                                in the street below an uncle

                pushing the baby
                                half on the pebbles                from time to time
                                                “a^hahahaha … herrr”
                                                                talks staccato with his brother

                light cotton cloth
                                billowing out, not quite
                                                          not quite
                                                snagging
                                on the cactus

                leans back into the room

 

the title runs together the Spanish word for family (which ends in the useful prefix ‘a’ which links) with syncopation to provide a gloriously arrhythmic portrait of a family meeting for midday dinner on a Sunday through the wide open windows of the apartiemento; I’m not even sure if all the noises I heard were from the same family, but that doesn’t matter, they were, they were;

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

breeze wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
family wormhole: ‘field of corn …’
father wormhole: Doctor Strange III – the needs of billions
passing wormhole: industrial estate
sound wormhole: … swap round
streets & walls wormhole: passersby
sun wormhole: woven-through
Sunday wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Olly
talking wormhole: sleep now
uncle wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing

 

dream / 140603

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2003, 2012, 5*, baby, dream, girl, identity, Joseph, life, lifetimes, muse, Nan, rebirth

 

 

 

                                          dream
                                          140603

                                we have had another baby

                                I seem to have delivered it
                                          on my own
                                it is Joe born
                                          four years old
                                but older Joe is still alive
                                          somewhere

                                later I deliver
                                          another baby
                                this time a girl but I need help
                                          to cut the
                                          umbilical cord
                                she seems to be Nan
                                          born four years old

                                she asks if she is
                                          going to meet ‘Nanny’
                                excited, wouldn’t it be funny
                                          if she met
                                                      herself

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

dream wormhole: dream 100213
girl wormhole: ‘how beautiful …’
identity wormhole: nightmare
life wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
Nan wormhole: the zen of grandmothers
Joseph wormhole: by
lifetimes wormhole: train journey
muse wormhole: muse

 

dream 100213

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2013, 7*, authority, baby, being, breakdown, career, children, dancing, dream, growth, hierarchy, identity, love, society, teaching, waltz

 

 

 

                                              dream 100213

                                   it’s time
     to convene to assemble
                     to jostle and rank the rows and columns
                                   of eternal hierarchy

                                   quick
     gather the children
                     wandering and playing about in an
                                   underground car park

                                   no
     that’s not the way Elder
                     pushing the baby along the slushy ground
                                   it cannot walk you have to

                                   pick the baby up
     hold its eyes with a smile
                     of fresh-morning greeting then hold its back and head
                                   with palms and fingers

                                   careful
     gathered close folding it within your gaze
                     I will carry you little child, the Elder has gone
                                   somewhere else now

                                   I have
     loved you but you are not mine
                     so I will set you down to the front of the gathering
                                   for your rightful parents

                                   we wait
     you look around and wriggle
                     while members comment wisely on your cognitive
                                   and motor development

                                   but
     the event doesn’t happen
                     so we take up partners to dance to the background music
                                   waltzing round and round

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–
being wormhole: the last piece of pop
breakdown & identity & teaching wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
career wormhole: twenty five / year career
dancing wormhole: splish splash squelch
dream wormhole: dream / 240897
love wormhole: muse
society wormhole: the ghost with open wound