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20 Saturday Feb 2016

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2013, boy, Brighton, eyes, gesture, hands, hearing, hill, nasty, passing, phone, portrait, posture, smile, speech, surprise, swan, talking, thinking, walking, writing

 

 

 

                           coming this way
                           down the steep hill
                           a little man, a boy really,

                           taking bigsteps wide
                           keeping ‘is un-laced trainers
                           on cos’ee was too busy

                           living to tie ‘em up
                           on the phone, arm poised
                           hand like a swan’s head

                           ‘til ee makes a point;
                           will he say it was ‘like’
                           two or three times

                           within earshot his eyes
                           are slightly bulging now
                           steps even wider (‘as he

                           shat isself), no, smile,
                           satisfaction, ‘it was like’ –
                           arm out hand opening like a petal –

                           ‘The Journey of the Stars’; so,
                           I had to write it all down although
                           I’m not yet sure why

 

really; there are some things I don’t like about myself – and for good reason … by some time I’ll realise what they are

 

 

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

Brighton wormhole: ‘from under the awning …’
eyes & smile wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
hands wormhole: three musicians
passing wormhole: Grizedale College
posture wormhole: because
speech wormhole: crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10
talking wormhole: currency: / assent for statement – / ‘smakin’alivvin’
thinking wormhole: new garden
walking wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
writing wormhole: ‘my best writing happens …’

 

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‘from under the awning …’

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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2015, awning, Brighton, coffee shop, eyes, identity, passing, people, streets, sunlight, thought

 

 

 

                           from under the awning
                           the sun along the street

                           always so much redefining
                           space between people

                           and their thoughts passing
                           underneath their eyes

 

 

 

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

Brighton wormhole: good session
coffee shop wormhole: is that so!
eyes wormhole: recovered
identity & passing wormhole: after all?
people wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
streets wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
thought wormhole: sitting

 

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good session

20 Saturday Jun 2015

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2013, Brighton, green, grey, mind, open, seagull, sitting, walls, waves, windows

 

 

 

                                                                      good session

                                   I went down to Brighton
                                   to sit before a pleasant wall

                                   light grey with hint of green but
                                   the shallow waves kept coming

                                   face level overlapping frothy
                                   through the windows overhead

                                   the seagulls circled high and squalled
                                   they made far more sense than me

 

 

 

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

Brighton wormhole: is she / looking at me?
green wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
grey wormhole: I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command
mind & walls wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
open wormhole: Black Rook / in Rainy Weather
seagull wormhole: heirloom – break / after heavy shower
sitting wormhole: my life / of others
waves wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
windows wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!

 

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is she / looking at me?

17 Wednesday Sep 2014

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2013, 3*, Brighton, fingers, girl, hands, looking, muse, pink, portrait, train

 

 

 

                                              is she
                                looking at me?

                                several blinks
                and her hands in her lap
                fingers clasped loosely around the others
                                              pink
                                a free thumb brushes
                                              the finger joints
                                              once
                                              twice

 

                                              blink

 

 

 

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

Brighton wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
girl wormhole: the retriever the daughter and the mother
hands wormhole: Batman#175
looking wormhole: oh-pen
muse wormhole: … still waving!
pink wormhole: a cup of tea, gov
train wormhole: sniff

 

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tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again

25 Tuesday Feb 2014

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2014, 4*, Batman, bedroom, being, bird, birds, birdsong, black, black bat, blue, books, branches, breakdown, breathing, breeze, Brighton, brown, buildings, bus, discernment, identity, path, possibility, reading, tag cloud poem, talking to myself

 

 

 

                between the Batman and the bedroom

                                   are all the possibility of

 

                                                                                 being

 

                                   much like all the discernment between the bird and birds
                                              without getting lost in the song

                                   but beware the long and windy path between black
                                                              the black bat
and blue

 

                                   always remember to read between the books –
                there is many a fall between branches and the open space of breakdown –

                                   and always ground yourself breathing with the breeze

                … especially when insensate in Brighton lost amid the brown brown facades of buildings

 

and never ever forget the moving bus
                                   especially from around the corners

 

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: wha’
bedroom & brown wormhole: … still waving!
being & talking to myself wormhole: the Big Stage
bird wormhole: looking
birds wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
birdsong wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
black & buildings wormhole: still there?
black bat wormhole: LET’S GO!
blue & books & breeze & reading wormhole: transition
branches wormhole: let
breakdown wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
breathing wormhole: again
Brighton wormhole: new life
bus wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
identity wormhole: shared anxiety
path wormhole; all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance

 

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new life

21 Thursday Nov 2013

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'scape, 2012, 3*, Brighton, life, looking, roof, seagull, wind

 

 

 

                                   on a flat roof
                                   over Brighton
                                   two seagulls
                                   created new life

                                   then walked
                                   looking about
                                   but not at
                                   the town as
                                   the wind blew
                                   across them all

 

 

 

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

Brighton & seagull wormhole: greeyn
life wormhole: tapestry
looking wormhole: you are in uniform
roof wormhole: Saturday
wind wormhole: I am the / luckiest man alive

 

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greeyn

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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'scape, 2013, 6*, Brighton, compassion, green, grey, pink, seagull, sitting, sky, sound, walls

 

 

 

                                          greeyn

                                we all sat in the hall
                                facing outwards
                                from the centre
                                to the wall

                                through the skylight
                                a seagull called

                                a beaky yodel high
                                singly then broken
                                like a backwards ‘L’

                                each time included
                                in each ones meditation

                                as the wall flushed
                                slightly salmon-pink

 

 

 

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

Brighton & walls wormholes: Boy
compassion wormhole: street
green wormhole: 1977
grey wormhole: London
pink & sound wormhole: as
seagull wormhole: in a / single / lifetime / sitting
sitting wormhole: sitting
sky wormhole: Science lesson

 

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Boy

31 Friday May 2013

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'scape, 2011, 3*, bicycle, boy, Brighton, buddleia, faces, fence, hair, Have, pavement, portrait, red, rust, walls

 

 

 

                                          Boy

                           down the long featureless
                                          pavement
                           red brick wall rusty fence
                                          buddleia
                           the pinched face wide head
                                          spikey hair boy
                           cycles shell-suit top billowing
                                          building to a jump

                                          over nothing

 

                                          once

 

 

 

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

Brighton wormhole: relief
buddleia wormhole: William Carlos Williams
faces wormhole: Eglinton Hill
hair wormhole: portrait … // … reading
Have wormhole: Have
pavement wormhole: demolition
red wormhole: school uniform
walls wormhole: as

 

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relief

02 Thursday May 2013

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'scape, 2011, 4*, afternoon, Brighton, music, roads, Saturday, shadow, sun, waiting

 

 

 

                         relief

                    on a tired Saturday
                         late afternoon
                    sun shadowing broad
                         over the road
                    FM Juice plays 70s disco depressing
                         but
                    the violin of Classic FM is
                         strangely
                         alternative

 

 

 

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

afternoon & Saturday wormhole: Saturday / afternoon
Brighton wormhole: … thank you
music wormhole: the last piece of pop
roads wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
shadow wormhole: meditation
sun wormhole: the sea plant
waiting wormhole: sitting

 

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… thank you

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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2013, 6*, breathing, Brighton, legs, lifetimes, living, settling, speech, university

 

 

 

                                oh you
          young students with your studied walks
                                how you stretch the step
                     how you plant the catch
                                that’s what these legs were made for
                     and your crafted exss
                                                klar
                                                may
                                                shuns
                     joke-commenty and flexible and where else
                                could you possibly put
                                          a tattoo

                                you make me
          too old now to keep pace –
                     I just wander around in circles –
                                          you make me
                                too quiet to talk
                     and leave me only my breath …

                                … thank you

 

 

 

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

breathing wormhole: ‘I wanted to write a poem’
Brighton & university wormhole: objective intimacy
lifetimes wormhole: ‘once upon a quarter century …’
living wormhole: A206 / Plumstead Road: / perched on a wall
settling wormhole: open / window
speech wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom

 

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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!
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    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
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