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Tag Archives: carlights

‘… plane is upright …’

07 Sunday Oct 2018

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1965, 2018, 7*, being, brick, buildings, carlights, circular poem, city, curtains, Dr Strange, existence, eyes, field, floor, guidance, hats, life, lightning, looking, moebius, moon, neighbourhood, passing, perspective, plane, rain, resolution, shadow, sign, speech, Stan Lee, steel, step, Steve Ditko, Strange Tales, streets, sun, throat, time, turning, vertical, walking, walls, way, windows

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                            when field of all temporal …
                                                              than just a façade but                           …
                                                                                                                                   …
                                      of steel and brick more                                                        … plane is upright
                                    the hatch and cross                                                                          and turned to perspective

                      windows, for a second                                                                                              and route is looped
               through endless endless                                                                                                      through the eye of

       neighbourhood boroughs                                                                                                               its own step, there will be
                 will be revealed as                                                                                                                     curtains of reign

   lightning where canyons                                                                                                                        through which to stride
             will always turn to                                                                                                                          oblivious, but the loss under-                                                                        

        but the reach of eye                                                                                                                             brim will seize the rear
 only to the next puddle;                                                                                                                            palate and numb the speech

       passing carlights look                                                                                                                          as eyes turn to look behind
 the walls and floors when                                                                                                                        themselves, save the

             enough to disregard                                                                                                                  moon will always guide
     leaving flit and twistreach                                                                                                               through dusty streets

          falls like inevitable treacle                                                                                                      far better than the beady sun
                 underbrim gathers then                                                                                               with all its signage and

                              as the ride across the                                                                                paraphanelia, no it is by
                              that resolve will be seized                                                                slanting blind shadows

 

Strange Tales #132-133, May-June 1965, Stan Lee; Steve Ditko: it is my contention that Dr Strange is strange because he doesn’t appear in his own event, he slips in and out at right angles to plane existence thence to vanquish solipsistic threat – story of my life

 

 

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being & life & rain & walking wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118
buildings & moon wormhole: the moon, the moon
circular poem wormhole: amid
city & sun & walls wormhole: space for probing thought
curtains wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
Dr Strange wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’
eyes & looking wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
field & speech & time wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
lightning wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing
wormhole
passing wormhole: Victorian pipework
shadow & streets & windows wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams

 

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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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tabla

06 Wednesday Apr 2016

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'scape, 2011, buildings, carlights, coffee shop, horns, London, music, passing, piano, sky, streets, tabla

 

 

 

                                          electric piano
                                          coffee shop

                                          horns break-
                                          lights car not-

                                          sure where
                                          to go, across

                                          the street
                                          office block

                                          floats low and
                                          fills the sky

                                          tabla

 

 

 

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

buildings wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
coffee shop & passing & streets wormhole: and that’s where I are
London wormhole: London Park in Greenwich town – poewieview #5
music wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2
piano wormhole: opening
sky wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V

 

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stacked

10 Thursday Mar 2016

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'scape, 2013, blue, carlights, cars, combe end, horizon, morning, orange, pink, sky, snow, tarmac, white, windows, yellow

 

 

 

                                              stacked

                                cold sky
                                morning
                                hint of blue
                                hint of pink
                                on horizon
                                yellow car pulls in
                                dicating frozen snow
                on verge front lights dipped onto the drying tarmac

 

 

 

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

blue & white wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
cars wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
combe end wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
horizon wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
morning & sky & windows wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
orange wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
pink wormhole: dog bark
snow wormhole: clouds
yellow wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post

 

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Christmas

17 Wednesday Dec 2014

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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'scape, 1979, 6*, Batman, carlights, childhood, Christmas, eyes, gold, green, Herbert Road, iron, orange, puddle, snow, streetlight, time, wind

 

 

 

                                   Christmas

                                   short eyes: orange
                                   street lamps
                                   iron puddles

                                   soon eyes:
                                   winking
                                   car lights 4:30

                                   smart eyes:
                                   papers
                                   brush the ankles

                                   crown eyes:
                                   golden paper and
                                   green eyes

                                   arching eyes:
                                   reindeer’s eyes
                                   Batman’s eyes

                                   coat of snow
                                   crate of sharp eyes
                                   cradle

 

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: never there
childhood wormhole: glass
Christmas wormhole: yet another sprain / of ‘Jingle Bells’ straining / to propagate yet another / tired Christmas spirit – … / ‘sanner clawsis coming t’ taunn – yeah’ in a / coffee shop with condensation / running off the snowflake transfers / and the iphone at the next table / talking how 50 means 900 a month – not worth / the drive (left his scarf behind – / collateral) … about my age
eyes & time wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
gold wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
green wormhole: Matildenplatz / & Luisen
Herbert Road wormhole: still there?
orange wormhole: Luisenplatz
snow wormhole: bass and piano
streetlight wormhole: the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations
wind wormhole: no cars / no planes

 

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car park

27 Friday Apr 2012

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'scape, 2008, 5*, buildings, carlights, cars, Crowborough, red, white, wind

 

 

 

                                     car park

                           as the lights
                           and tyres and steps
                           of the four-wheel drive
                           passed
                           arched stop
                           then flanked right

                           a lone figure hurrying
                           along the side
                           of the building
                           as a plastic bag
                           was blown behind
                           against the wall

                           turned

 

 

 

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

buildings & wind wormhole: park
cars wormhole: driving
Crowborough wormhole: ‘walking up Whitehill Road …’
red wormhole: washing up
white wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass

 

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