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Tag Archives: burgundy

and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call

21 Wednesday Feb 2018

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19th century, 2016, 20th century, 8*, access, air conditioning, alley, architecture, back, balcony, bay window, being, black, blindness, blue, burgundy, carlights, chimney stacks, clouds, compromise, contemplation, cross-section, distance, down, Eastbourne, eyes, facade, Ford Cortina, foreground, front, Have, height, hierarchy, history, hope, hotel, houses, inside, life, living, outside, passing, pier, pipes, privacy, prologue, promenade, sea, seagull, seeing, sky, society, sound, streetlight, sun, time, tree, up, Victorian houses, walking, walls, waves, white, windows

                and naerrgh a mention of a seagull’s call

                prologue

                the fetch of uneventful league to
                mingle with pier piles nonchalant;

                the borderline lightbulbs strung for
                decades between promenade lamp

                and stack of height and white façade
                of black-wrought balcony for where to stay

                setting

                frontage shows the way-to-look-
                ing blind to what is seen amid

                all the detail of hierarchy, eye
                turned to what it hopes, while

                rear windows, set central in
                the shapèd drop, look inward

                to find the fit to be; in time
                the rear extension of amenity

                cut fresh cross-sections of life
                turned 90° deep with windows

                unadorned; but then
                were added storey, creating alley

                to hidden access whenever
                contemplating the corners

                that encourage right angle
                where you can serve your

                down and truncating down-
                pipe blind to abutted wall

                perambulation

                                but, I’m in luck

                eye caught by extractor flaps
                in the foreground venting downwards

                venting upwards, sun neatly off
                the downpipes to the right

                on the left long-painted white pipes
                rusting, and between, a leafing tree

                undecided which way to lean
                the background, the monolith back

                of the seafront hotel, conditioning
                air; later, passing the backs of

                houses-become-their-own-entrance,
                seagulls perched at rest

                on the chimneys, I caught
                the tail of a reg-D Cortina with

                burgundy-deep fins and round
                tripartite lights, smaller

                than I remember

                epilogue

                oh, yes and a Persian-blue
                chimney stack with off-white pots

                under sky-blue sky
                and wisps of cloud

 

 

 

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

20th century wormhole: looking ahead
architecture wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
being wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
black & blue & Have & living & passing & society & walking wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
burgundy wormhole: pine // gladioli // [&] wisteria
clouds wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
compromise wormhole: after all
Eastbourne wormhole: city streets
eyes & life & seeing & time wormhole: 1964
history wormhole: looking / ridiculous
hotel wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
promenade & sea wormhole: Bexhill 140215
seagull wormhole: do I
sky & white wormhole: travelling // arrival
sound & sun & windows wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
streetlight wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
Victorian houses wormhole: red / lacquer / door
walls wormhole: certainly a Captain, / but not America
waves wormhole: place

 

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pine // gladioli // [&] wisteria

22 Wednesday Feb 2017

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'scape, 2016, 5*, burgundy, butter, communication, gladiolus, green, horizontal, lilac, morning, National Trust, olive, pine tree, purple, Standen, story, time, velvet, white, wisteria

                           pine

            crafted
bourough of uprise through decades
of averted event

                           gladioli

            what are the stories:
chilled petals of lilac from velveted purple
            morning buttercurls from
medicine burgundy?

                           wisteria

            networks
of unconnecting junction
necessary for combed and horizontal trail of olive and green flurry from which to hang the            
            requisite white and tinted
lilac

 

while strolling through the garden one day … at the National Trust house of Standen; I know this is a bit more summery than present-posting, but I just found the piece in a notebook and forgotten I’d written it, so, there …

 

 

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

burgundy wormhole: clouds
communication wormhole: comfy
green & white wormhole: occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y
lilac wormhole: 1968
morning wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
olive wormhole: 1967
purple wormhole: south horizon
time wormhole: darkness

 

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clouds

10 Tuesday Sep 2013

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'scape, 2013, 8*, Ashdown Forest, black, blue, branches, breath, breeze, buildings, burgundy, cars, clouds, cream, dark, earth, future, gods, grass, green, grey, Have, history, horizon, humanity, institution, leaves, life, lifetimes, light, living, monuments, open, passing, red, silence, silhouette, sky, society, talking, time, trees, wind, windows, words

            clouds

            in the 23rd century
will we live in neighbourhoods in the air
clustered around structures huge and bulbous like a
            frozen mushroom cloud

            and will we populate
in tribes and drift in loose affiliation
orchestrated across the vast and barren
            sky or

            will the nations
drift as décor and dissipate as culture
as the wind gets up and reveals glimpses of
            blue sky behind

            will the trees
stand rooted shuffling and shrugging
to provide perspective and direction
            of green silhouette

            and will the tiny
clusters of red berry just fall
or cling to the branch-squalls
            for later in life?

            in the 23rd century
will we forget our distant history far and
bluish on the horizon with hints of cream edgings
            to suggest event

            while distinct-coloured
burgundies and greys and blacks and even blues
once made their one-tracked progress passing on
            to somewhere?

            in the 23rd century
will we look at the grasses and thistles all across each other
under the great and wide and ever-present breeze and remember fondly
            the meeting halls where we talked

            will the old monuments
that talk silent of root and branch long and broad across the lands
have lost their leaves by now and wave to the sky, their windows
            see-through and open?

            in the 23rd century
will we live in all the words we wrote and sent to the skies
and remember only the ridges and valleys of the
            slow-turning earth and

            will our discourse
be shared to saturation and have no need of reach
or distance or hopeful-expression but drift along always
            in magnificent cluster?

            in the 23rd century
will we wonder lonely – in our silence – if light
has sound and dark has colour if far has breath
            and close has taste

            and will we listen
to the dappled pebble and graze the newgreen grassandbracken
and feel that we have done this all before but cannot
quite remember when we gaze upwards to where
            the gods must live?

 

 

 

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

Ashdown Forest & clouds wormhole: wraggle of architecture
black wormhole: new garden
blue & grass & passing wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
branches wormhole: more importantly
breath wormhole: Saturday
breeze & horizon & living & sky wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
buildings wormhole: tired – diptych
burgundy & windows wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
cars wormhole: we // walk
green & life wormhole: jagged panel
Have wormhole: waiting
history wormhole: how ironic
leaves wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
lifetimes wormhole: 32 years
light wormhole: thar she perched
open wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
red wormhole: to share
silence & wind wormhole: (Little by Little)
silhouette wormhole: 1977
society & talking wormhole: the early morning of the sixties
time wormhole: some steps
trees wormhole: how hard / to meditate
valley wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
words wormhole: thar she perched

 

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the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter

18 Sunday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, Belmer, books, burgundy, Carol, Dali, eyes, John Blofeld, Jung, karma, Leicester, love, mauve, opening, paranoiac criticism, plants, purple, reading, spore, sunset, synchronicity, Tara, UB40, windows

                                                    (Food for Thought)

                      in the university library
                           Jung’s synchronicity opened
                      deep through the pages to Dali’s
                           paranoiac criticism opening the eye
                      to Blofeld’s lone hymning of the goddess Tara
                           beguiled by Belmer’s illustrations –

                           the working through of karma?
                      all while the plants outside wafted their spore
                           through the high open windows
                      which caught behind my glasses as the sun
                           started its purple descent
                      when I could renew the strange mauve relief of
                           this burgundy-gritty encounter

 

 

 

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

books wormhole: grammar
burgundy wormhole: flat
C & Leicester & love & mauve & sun wormhole: we // walk
eyes wormhole: to share
purple wormhole: August / Adventure
reading wormhole: reading // unstirred
windows wormhole: waiting

 

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flat

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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'scape, 2011, 5*, burgundy, cars, cathedral, clouds, cream, Eastbourne, grey, passing, roads

 

 

 

                                              flat

                                              oh!

                                a Holden FC wagon
                                pulled out onto the A22

                                burgundy flanks
                                cream top and bonnet

                                and passed back
                                into the wing mirror

                                under high dark grey skies
                                like a cathedral

 

 

 

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

burgundy wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
cars wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
cathedral wormhole: there
clouds wormhole: afternoon 290613
Eastbourne wormhole: promenade: / dual layering
grey wormhole: greeyn
passing wormhole: poetry
roads wormhole: relief

 

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‘the burgundy velvet evening …’

18 Friday May 2012

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'scape, 2009, 4*, beach, burgundy, clouds, evening, grey, hotel, promenade, sea, velvet

 

 

 

            the burgundy velvet evening
            along the promenade
            as the hotel rooms put on
            their lights and the
            gathering clouds track
            the beach

 

 

 

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

beach wormhole: in the gem shop / on the pier
burgundy wormhole: Indian music / on the radio
clouds wormhole: almost-Escher
evening wormhole: 1973
grey & sea wormhole: retirement
hotel wormhole: avenues of uprise

 

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Indian music / on the radio

21 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, air, burgundy, cars, green, grey, hill, music, radio, windows

 

 

 

                                Indian music
                                on the radio

                      in the car park
                      several grey cars

                      wet air through
                      the open window

                      beyond
                      the green hill

                      and the large
                      burgundy van

 

 

 

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

air wormhole: just
burgundy wormhole: burgundy
cars wormhole: pylon on the hill
green wormhole: green top
grey wormhole: bass slap
hills wormhole: ‘dark ochre tarmac …’
music & radio wormhole: a cup of tea
windows wormhole: table

 

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burgundy

30 Wednesday Nov 2011

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1983, 4*, bass, burgundy, Carol, portrait, Priory, silence

 

 

 

                                burgundy

                      as C pulled the wool
                      through the sock
                      after a pause

                      the bass guitar strummed
                      quietly on the cassette

 

 

 

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

C wormhole: snoring / schlupp
burgundy wormhole: early Spring weather and / government standards questions
silence wormhole: loud music

 

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early Spring weather and / government standards questions

17 Thursday Nov 2011

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'scape, 2010, 3*, burgundy, combe end, grey, Have, kitchen, politics, portrait, primrose, radio, rain

 

 

 

                                                   early spring weather and
                                                   government standards questions

                                   burgundy background
                                   vertical slashes of primrose
                                   and grey
                                   rain

 

 

 

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

grey wormhole: ‘in the morning …’
Have wormhole: mass
kitchen wormhole: Nan
politics wormhole: ‘I have shaken hands with a …’
rain wormhole: after a lot / of rain

 

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