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SPRING AND ALL I by William Carlos Williams

03 Saturday Nov 2018

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1923, 5*, birth, blue, brown, bushes, clouds, fields, grass, growth, hospital, leaves, purple, red, roads, roots, Spring, trees, water, weeds, William Carlos Williams, wind

                                SPRING AND ALL

                By the road to the contagious hospital
                under the surge of the blue
                mottled clouds driven from the
                northeast – a cold wind. Beyond, the
                waste of broad, muddy fields
                brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

                patches of standing water
                the scattering of tall trees

                All along the road the reddish
                purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
                stuff of bushes and small trees
                with dead, brown leaves under them
                leafless vines –

                Lifeless in appearence, sluggish
                dazed spring approaches –

                They enter the new world naked,
                cold, uncertain of all
                save that they enter. All about them
                the cold, familiar wind –

                Now the grass, tomorrow
                the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

                One by one objects are defined –
                It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

                But now the stark dignity of
                entrance – Still, the profound change
                had come upon them: rooted, they
                grip down and begin to awaken

from Spring and All, 1923, from which Paul Mariani’s excellent biography of William Carlos Williams got its name “A New World Naked”; being is to break and contrast, it is primordial but also cyclical, WCW doesn’t bother with the cosmic, he deals in twigs

 

 

 

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

blue wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams
brown wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – both fawn and grey
clouds wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych
leaves & Spring & trees wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
purple wormhole: … the underleaves show
red & William Carlos Williams wormhole: THE GREAT FIGURE by William Carlos Williams
roads wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
wind wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118

 

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somewhere

17 Friday Mar 2017

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'scape, 2013, 4*, bushes, life, passing, seasons, sound, sparrows, sun

                new season sun
                and busy sparrows
                in a bush somewhere and

                the gather and pass
                of a large vehicle
                rumble past the end of the lane

 

 

 

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

life wormhole: to rescue something
passing wormhole: the bench
sound wormhole: what wounds have you got?
sparrows wormhole: con / sum / mate
sun wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show

 

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gully

22 Thursday Nov 2012

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'scape, 2011, 5*, bushes, Castleton, hawthorne, hills, looking, passing, sky, walking

 

 

 

                                              gully

                                background –
                                              a hill further on rising slightly
                with each step higher to the left
                                middle ground –
                                              outcrop with a lone hawthorn against the sky
                moving to the right another few steps and it will
                                foreground –
                                              a whole bush moves right in front
obscuring everything

 

 

 

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

Castleton wormhole: smalltown / Derbyshire
hills wormhole: the end
looking wormhole: on holiday
passing wormhole: train // line
sky wormhole: 1969
walking wormhole: perched

 

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Eglinton Hill

04 Friday May 2012

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'scape, 2008, 4*, buildings, bushes, Canary Wharf, chimney, Eglinton Hill, growth, London, Plumstead, roads, smoke, starlings, Thames, truck, Victorian houses, windows

 

 

 

                                                      Eglinton Hill

                           even the Victorian houses
                           standing their three dimensions wide
                           bay windows chimney spines and pipes

                           are flats while starlings fight without let
                           without resolve in the large bushes in front
                           and the crane on the building supply truck
                           lurches over the speed hump

                                   Canary Wharf has
                           newer buildings around it
                           like slow plumes of smoke
                                   from a distance

 

 

 

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buildings wormhole: car park
Eglinton Hill & London & Plumstead & roads wormhole: the breath of London
smoke wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
Thames wormhole: late morning / Saturday
Victorian houses wormhole: 200310
windows wormhole: 1967

 

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140 m.p.h.

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1998, 3*, breeze, bushes, cars, childhood, Eglinton Hill, house, Spring, sun, trees

 

 

 

                                              140 m.p.h.

                checking
                one by one
                the speed clocks of each car
                to find the highest

                the Rover
                by the old house
                behind the trees and bushes
                under a sunny breeze
                heralding Springtime

 

 

 

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

breeze wormhole: altogether
cars wormhole: car park
childhood & Eglinton Hill wormhole: outside
house wormhole: Cumbria
sun wormhole: Is There / Life on Mars?
trees wormhole: … Saturday arrived

 

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walking over / Shooters Hill

21 Saturday Apr 2012

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'scape, 2004, 4*, bushes, green, London, mist, night, Plumstead, Shooters Hill, trees

 

 

 

                                          walking over
                                          Shooters Hill

                           in my new green
                           roll-neck jumper

                           as night gathered
                           round the trees

                           mist rose from the
                           trees and bushes

                           like the pipes
                           of an organ

 

 

 

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

green & London & night wormhole: green
mist wormhole: Heathrow / Airport
Plumstead wormhole: To my Mum
trees wormhole: open window

 

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‘white blossom …’

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1993, 4*, blossom, bushes, curtains, open, telephone lines, white, windows

 

 

 

                           white blossom
                           on a bush an empty
                           but white criss-cross trellis
                           by the wall the net curtain flaps
                           slightly out the window
                           and the telephone line
                           thrums

 

 

 

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

blossom wormhole: ‘peoples’ heads …’
curtains & white wormhole: twilight
windows wormhole: ‘white blossom …’

 

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twilight

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, black, blue, brother, bushes, curtains, Eglinton Hill, grey, leaves, lemon, path, red, sky, trees, tv, twilight, white

 

 

 

                                   twilight

                     up the path
                     with damp leaves
                     on either side

                     it is dark
                     under the bushes
                     under the trees and

                     a lemon blue
                     sky above the
                     red tiles.   Home

                     my brother watches
                     blackandwhite TV

                     in the grey room
                     the curtain open

                     and
                     the
                     con-
                     trast
                     up

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: electric guitar
blue sky & lemon & red wormholes: comicbook morning
curtains & grey & leaves & trees wormhole: ‘standing astride …’
Eglinton Hill wormhole: sit
sky wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
tv wormhole: TV programme
white wormhole: grey and yellow

 

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    • Bob 1995-2012
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