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coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118

11 Tuesday Sep 2018

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2018, 7*, being, blackberry, blue, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, bougainvillea, bread, breakfast, clouds, cooking, creation, hills, holiday, jam, Lanzarote, life, lunch, olive, rain, roundabout, sand, sky, study, table, valley, vegetables, villas, walking, wind

                coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself,
                070118

                when blackberry jam is on the bread for breakfast
                there will be bougainvillea on the roundabout by lunch

                when the walk uphill is steep enough and windy
                the rainfall advances, but stays in the valley

                so that when walking through villas between showers
                there are always sand-blue clouds under deepening olive sky

                when you cook or prepare the vegetables right
                the paella is right the oval dish long

                when creation and study and life happen around the same table, there is                      
                being

 

Bodhisattvacharyavatara VI, 31 – everything is governed by other factors and nothing governs itself; anything which seems to stand out from this as independent is illusory [and usually desparate in some sort of way]

 

 

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

being & sky wormhole: THURSDAY by William Carlos Williams
blue & life & walking wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – both fawn and grey
clouds & holiday wormhole: we held cold hands
hills wormhole: that
olive wormhole: mauve
rain & valley wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
study wormhole: glancing up from the text / searching for ground …
table wormhole: I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on
wind wormhole: JANUARY by William Carlos Williams

 

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I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on

30 Monday Jul 2018

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2018, 7*, apartment, apricot, being, birds, blackberry, blue, cream, damson, facade, fruit jellies, future, grey, holiday, island, January, knowing, Lanzarote, lemon, life, light, morning, palms, planes, right angle, sea, seeing, sky, sunset, table, talking, toddlers, voices, volcanic rock, white, wind

                                     I don’t need to go out
                          onto the balcony to see behind me
                               to know what’s going on

                the sea is a damson-blackberry
                fruit-jelly grey in January
                around a volcanic island; the

                cream of apricot née lemon
                awash the staggered faces of
                apartments fades to berry-

                blue along the white facades
                (until the right-angled sides
                 become wholly indifferent in

                 the morning) while palm trees
                blow into the setting sun and
                planes land in the headwind;

                eventually they are broadleaf-
                white under the damson-blackberry
                fruit-jelly grey sky when the

                balcony light flicks on, voices
                talk of the future around the table
                and toddlers shriek like birds landing

 

 

 

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

apricot & wind wormhole: transferring
being wormhole: cowled
birds & blue & grey & sky wormhole: SPRING STRAINS by William Carlos Williams
holiday wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
lemon wormhole: … vague / thunder
life & seeing wormhole: anxiety
light & voices wormhole: moon- // washed
morning wormhole: SUMMER SONG by William Carlos Williams
sea wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
sunset wormhole: Is There / Life on Mars? – poewieview #32
table wormhole: … the underleaves show
talking wormhole: coagulating
white wormhole: presence

 

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gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?

01 Tuesday Sep 2015

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1960s, 2013, blackberry, blue, Daddy, dawn, drawing, eyes, girl, green, grey, hair, lips, mauve, mother, mouth, nose, orange, portrait, question, red, sleep, sunlight, train, trees, yellow

 

 

 

                           line-drawing of a child asleep
                           against the mother’s arm
                           is just cross-hatch about her cheek
                           and block-smudge under her jaw
                           and up her neck but the features
                           concentrate around her eyelashes
                           nostrils and lips stepcloser more
                           concentrated hatching and smudge
                           but suggestive-enough to upturn
                           down lids to relax

                           hair in art-deco 60s lines in streams
                           overlap in shallows reaching and
                           returning carriage rock to armpit-
                           warmth to roll relax to fall sunburst
                           flutter through tree tops make the
                           mauve dawn essence of blackberry
                           jelly redorangeyellow b l u u u e
                           g r  eeeee   nnnnnnnn   gre[wh]y
                           has Daddy left us?

 

 

 

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

1960s & eyes wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
blue wormhole: recline
dawn wormhole: lifetime
girl wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
green wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
grey wormhole: dream 260815
hair & mother & mouth wormhole: The Godfather III: // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH …
mauve wormhole: my life / of others
orange 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
red wormhole: along
sleep wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921
train wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
trees wormhole: The Louvre in a Thunderstorm, 1909
yellow wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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    • 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
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