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Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – tenderness

18 Monday Nov 2019

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2019, 6*, cat, ceiling, children, chords, green, keyboard, London, memory, piano, walnut, World War

                                lost candle holders
                mother of pearl flower centres

                                upright for £6
                polished, tuned just before the war

                                new chords,
                putting the cat up on the keyboard

                                humming interior,
                green-felt arpeggios rising to apogee –

                                sitar strings –
                it cannot last much longer now,

                                turned to the
                walnut altar: evenings of war in London

                                the ceiling
                fell on it more than once with

                                tenderness

 

read the collected work of ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]‘ as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – An Old Piano

 

 

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

cat wormhole: POEM by William Carlos Williams
green & London wormhole: travel // when I die
piano wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – An Old Piano

 

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St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton

10 Saturday Jun 2017

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2013, 7*, black, blue, brass, Castleton, ceiling, church, metal, patience, silence, smell, sound, waiting, wood, writing

                                smell

                of centuried wood and polish
                misaligned and creaky and
                still held by metal twist brace
                with brass lamp-holders polished
                and blackening and spore
                of pew-bolster-cushions patient
                and attentive waiting

                                silently

                but for the crease and crankle
                of the notepad as I write these
                lines high among the rafters
                of the powder-blue ceiling

                                St. Edmund’s
                                Parish Church
                                Castleton

 

 

 

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black wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
blue & Castleton wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
church wormhole: and that’s where I are
silence wormhole: 1968 – orange sand and mauve mist
smell wormhole: too much in arrival
waiting wormhole: greedy
wood wormhole: prelude: // travel
writing wormhole: the goldilocks stance

 

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fine

04 Wednesday May 2016

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'scape, 2013, birdsong, blackbird, cars, ceiling, combe end, living room, morning, open, passing, rain, silence, sound, speech, talking, windows

 

 

 

                                                              fine

                                              the
                                is-it-raining-I-can’t-see-it
                settled yes-been-like-this-
                all-morning settling lower and lower
                like a living room ceiling
                while the blackbirds call
                                each other

                                then
                after a car passed and diminished
                away into the silence
                                ‘hello, Anne, how’s it going?’

 

 

 

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

blackbird wormhole: the breath of London
cars & morning wormhole: 1965
combe end wormhole: stacked
living room & sound & talking & windows wormhole: Michael Redford: triptych
open wormhole: opening
passing & silence wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
rain wormhole: first Spring storm
speech wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program / from it …

 

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Morning in a City, 1944

18 Friday Sep 2015

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'scape, 1944, 2015, being, ceiling, city, Edward Hopper, green, horizontal, morning, naked, portrait, room, sleep, sunlight, waking, windows, years

 

 

 

                                   Morning in a City, 1944

                                   in the height of a room
                                   with no ceiling, it’s alright,

                                   it’s alright to stand naked
                                   before the window and be

                                   the first to let the tilt of
                                   sunlight through lucent

                                   green form every ligament
                                   poise and fold up from some

                                   groggy horizontal; the blinds
                                   across the way are half-

                                   pulled and unconcerned
                                   staring vaguely downward

 

 

 

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

being & Edward Hopper & years wormhole: Railway Crossing, c. 1922-23
city wormhole: up here
green & sleep wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
morning wormhole: dream 230315
windows wormhole: dream 260815

 

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of a sudden // all the time

12 Sunday Jul 2015

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2015, balance, ceiling, flame, form, light, movement, petals, poem, shadow, sitting, stillness, time, walls

 

 

 

                                   of a sudden

                                   the candle flame
                                   shifts and flicks, then
                                   sits in balance, still,
                                   and comsuming, still
                                   and emitting, folded
                                   and recouping, then
                                   sits in adjustment
                                   spliterring and
                                   forming, finding
                                   a perfect petal …
                                   leaning   leaning
                                   spluttering creating
                                   shadow and light
                                   in flux across wall
                                   and ceiling

                                   all the time

                                   whether I can
                                   form the poem or not

 

 

 

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balance & walls wormhole: on walking through walls
light wormhole: 1971
shadow wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
sitting wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
stillness wormhole: no cars / no planes
time wormhole: the tangles fall apart

 

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the art of sit and follow

09 Tuesday Jun 2015

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2013, apple, awareness, being, blue, breathing, ceiling, curtains, distraction, finding, floorboards, following, inclusion, journey, mind, self-love, sitting, sound, table, waiting, words, writing

 

 

 

                                              the art of sit and follow

                                when sitting I’ll fail
                                a hundred times from
                                echoes and wonderings
                                that arrest my only true and being
                                until I notice them
                                all with parental eye
                                and slightly more widened arm
                                enough to find me
                                sitting again with
                                thicker flavour and
                                colourful sprinkling
                                of a kind of love

                                with writing
                I may start with the sweet word
                and follow the phrase like an acolyte
                until I fail
                and I will look at the pen-poise
                and breathe the hesitancy
                and let continue gibbering with whatever leaps a-scaling
                to the judder of fridge
                                          freeze stopped
                                only then to notice the flow of the floorboards follow the beam of ceiling
                until I have found                                                                         fall of curtain
                what I was writing for                                                                             edge of table
                                surprised
                                journeyed
                                and aside
                from where I thought I was heading
                                but fresh as a blue apple

 

 

 

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

awareness & sitting wormhole: ambling around / the garden centre
being & breathing & waiting & writing wormhole: before // writing?
blue wormhole: mass
curtains wormhole: oh,
mind wormhole: hot chocolate
sound & table wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
words wormhole: time proceeds

 

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the early morning of the sixties

08 Sunday Sep 2013

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1960s, 2013, 20th century, 7*, abandonment, adults, boundary, breakdown, ceiling, childhood, divorce, doors, echo, emergence, floorboards, groundlessness, morning, parent, politics, relationship, scandal, society, Sylvia Plath, talking, walls, war

 

 

 

                                do I remember
                the talk of scandal and abandonment
                that made the adults talk low and aspirated
                                that tipped them
                                              slightly panicked

                to reaffirm the basic boundaries leaving echoes
                                in floorboard creaks
                                and door creaks as they swung open
                                                              to a halt
                fear of the groundlessness beyond the edges
                                the wallnessless
                                the ceilingnessless were they

                talking about the suicide of Sylvia Plath
or the breakdown of relationships in the early morning of the sixties
                                              or my own parents’ breakdown
                                or assassinations
                                or executions
                                or scandals

                or did I just impute that all into a young mind?

 

 

 

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

20th century & society wormhole: 20th century
abandonment wormhole: “write, let’s break / outta here!”
breakdown wormhole: there was a call and far from no response
childhood wormhole: alien / and awkward
divorce wormhole: 2nd November 2011
doors & Sylvia Plath wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
echo wormhole: afternoon 290613
emergence wormhole: 1965
floorboards wormhole: 1964
morning wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
politics wormhole: Apologia
talking wormhole: you don’t talk to me
walls wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
war wormhole: 32 years

 

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
    • Chapter 10
    • 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!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
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  • others
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