is there anything to write?

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2014, 4*, beach, belonging, eyes, girls, Gran Canaria, Have, innocence, inspiration, looking, men, music, others, passing, pointlessness, toes, trance, walking, writing

                I pick the book up again
                is there anything to write?

                but the mistake of looking around
                for the hook       on the beach

                and all I find is bait: peoples’ toes and
                scars of show the butts and tans of innocence

                the tattoos of belong and the passing music of trance
                the chest-walk of men the eyes-down of girl

                to the bottom of the page
                where I find I have written nothing

 

 

 

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beach wormhole: all the sandstone / reflections in the / marble-blue troughs
eyes & Have & looking & music & writing wormhole: concordance
others wormhole: so pleased to see you again
passing wormhole: lime crocs
pojntlessness wormhole: this sodden land
walking wormhole: dear Lucy

 

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I keep / waiting to be discovered and get lost in anticipation

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2013, 5*, anticipation, belonging, books, cleaning, courage, identity, letting go, living, lost, recognition, sitting, space, voices, waiting, world

                I wanted to clean out the meditation room
                to help clear my sitting of voices

                I wanted to bring my books into the house
                to integrate myself into living

                the snag was, and always is, to think
                that there is space in the world for my voices to belong

                rather than the courage to let them all go: I keep
                waiting to be discovered and get lost in anticipation

 

 

 

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books wormhole: St. Mark’s flies flagpole upwards / with the forelegs hanging down obscene / reaching some height blindly to connect / out from the long-stalk tri-separating up- / to-seeded rounds of pod like acacia what / is it called “‘hogweed’ I-don’t-know- / what-it’s-called-but-goats-love-it-and- / it-makes-them-burp-a-lot”
identity & sitting wormhole: time
letting go & living wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
recognition wormhole: slow enough / to have love
space wormhole: so pleased to see you again
voices wormhole: municipal garden
waiting wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
world wormhole: stone

 

the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice

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2012, 6*, abandonment, ageing, being, belonging, childhood, comics, Dad, difficulty, doing, duty, emergence, growth, life, liquorice, living, looking, others, play, reading, settling, society, sound, talking to myself, values

 

 

 

                                                                      young –
                I don’t know how things are done I just stare wonderingly and act inexplicably
                                                   sometimes
                                but I had the perfect cover – I was a child

                                                                                    Dad left –
I still don’t know how things happen so I sit and explore the wonder in comics
                                most of the time
                under cover of being – ‘the man of the house now’

                                                                      teenager –
                I still don’t know how to be with others
but I am finding an ethic and aesthetic wonderful within the things I don’t understand and beginning to see
                                                   that others do not
                while reading and being a student – that’s what students do

                                                   and adult –
I do all the things I’m supposed to do
                but still do not understand them and even try to take them seriously
                                all the while slowly becoming old and left alone
                                                                      politely – I’m past understanding now

                                was it me –
                or was there really nothing to understand all along
or did I just go wrong looking for the sparkle elsewhere than where I’d find it …

                                                   …

                                                                      …?   – play play play
                                with everything – the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice

 

 

 

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abandonment wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
being wormhole: the empty page:
childhood wormhole: transition
comics wormhole: Knapps
Dad wormhole: … still waving!
doing wormhole: the Big Stage
emergence wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
life wormhole: lost self
living wormhole: Have what, now?
looking wormhole: let
others wormhole: as they wish
play wormhole: NOW!!!
reading & talking to myself wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
settling wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
society wormhole: shared anxiety
sound wormhole: tired