Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
enough attention to what is here all
around creates event enough for all
the mournful and background lines
and interjections of a single head to
fill and echo enough to be slightly
embarrassed and self-conscious
—O¬
uphill first, treeline to the left tends
to the right, to the right to the left:
stonewall gate; then downhill over
the moss on a stone-capped wall
trying blankly to describe the full
and close distance of all the trees
down the hill some trad jazz blues
starts up somewhere from below
(from someone’s garden party);
upsweep of trumpet plnkplnkplnk
of banjo, discussing whether saving
bugs one by one from the foraged
elderflower or just plonking them
all in the boiling water is good for
your karma or not bdjmm-dmtsh;
dry white silt track with
strolling by double bass line
islands of sparse grass;
aggh; band stops river widens – Île
de la Cité – eyes to the canopy
watching the breeze listening to
the fall, the bug on my forehead
stops stepping between the hairs
of my eyebrows – ahh; band sings
out of earshot, breeze plays at the
edge of the copse; must get to know
these (forget-me-nots) by the fallen
branch; along by the full Cuckmere
ebbing back to the afternoon of the
1930s, (1800s Big Country clouds to
the right), in front the high sky out
to the, as yet, unformed future; the
different ways families talk between
generations down the beach:
declarative conciliatory emolliative
echoing along the outflow wall
crow walks awkwardly on the stones
down the beach, the following
wind raising its back feathers
¬O—
turning back: chalk clouds in the
hillside, elderflower fronds cruise
past in fleets of aligned skim
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
afternoon wormhole: Hypnopompia
attention & wind wormhole: before // writing?
being & echo & eyes & family & identity & listening & time wormhole: my life / of others
branches & breeze wormhole: out side of the writing / lodge
clouds & garden wormhole: ambling around / the garden centre
crow wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap
Eastbourne wormhole: gold wedding band
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘discution poli / d’orage …’
hair & walking wormhole: I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command
hills wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
mind & sound & writing wormhole: the art of sit and follow
music wormhole: “King …”
river wormhole: Totnes
sky & walls wormhole: up here
stone & voices wormhole: 1963
talking wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
trees wormhole: hot summer / morning
white wormhole: 1959
up through the depth of The Diligence at Louveciennes, 1870 by Camille Pissarro