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'scape, 2022, 7*, afternoon, birdsong, breeze, Carol, chaos, chorus, doppler, echo, Emmett's Gardens, garden, jet plane, morning, pigeons, pine, shadow, silence, sky, speech, sun, time, tulip, walls, watching

                                                an array of peaceful jet-scores
                                                across the sky never colliding
                                                welcome to Emmett’s Gardens

                                    time

                        various pine shadow of afternoon
                        away from height of morning sun
                        beyond the rose garden wall

                        held from chaos by the chorus
                        of chivourrts, ch-hwhtts and echoed pigeons
                        from the facing proscenium …

                        … ah, we’ve missed the tulips
                        just stalks top-heavy no we haven’t
                        said Carol watching them twaddle

they doppler even as we watch
between breezes some coming low
to land behind the pines

 

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afternoon wormhole: ‘in my car I pass…’
breeze & morning & speech wormhole: Journey
Carol & silence wormhole: ‘‘she shook the sweets …’
echo wormhole: travel // when I die
garden wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Rain
pigeons wormhole: municipal garden
pine wormhole: out
shadow & sky & sun wormhole: taking birth
time wormhole: the simple prayer // the tattered poem // the bitter lament
tulip wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
walls wormhole: silence

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/emmetts-garden

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Fishermen at Sea, 1796

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1796, 2019, 6*, being, birdcall, chaos, clouds, direction, ears, fishing, groundlessness, horizon, identity, ink, lost, moon, night, sea, seagull, shore, society, thought, violence, water, William Turner

                only distant shores were lighter
                under the slight horizon

                but hung with plans foreboding
                dark within the ears; we

                rise, we fall, and the water
                would be ink of the deepest thought

                but the violence of no repose,
                and our footing will soon be lost

                before we make a catch
                of chaos; galactic fingers part

                from the moon, gulls hurl a-swear
                in three directions, and we are

                in swollen nowhere, depicted
                solely by silvery highlight

 

fetched from the swell of Fishermen at Sea, 1796; (The Cholmeley Sea Piece); William Turner

 

 

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being wormhole: pediment to behold
clouds wormhole: London, 1809
groundlessness wormhole: sun setting over a lake, 1840
horizon wormhole: La Route, Effet d’Hiver, 1872
identity wormhole: on facing the Have
moon wormhole: ‘streetsigns …’
night wormhole: ‘… and yet I think I am so modest: …’
sea wormhole: we held cold hands
seagull wormhole: where did the silence go
society wormhole: pursued
thought wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
water wormhole: YOUNG SYCAMORE by William Carlos Williams

 

happen//ing

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2011, 5*, being, chaos, decision, flow, non-doing, non-striving, politics, recognition, ripple, talking to myself, water, will

            happen doesn’t happen
            through will or decision
            creating chaos like an oar in water

            it doesn’t happen
            through positioning becoming part of the chaos
            riding a ripple

            neither does it happen
            by going with the flow
            becoming part of the chaos riding the trough

            or by not caring
            becoming submerged and possibly drowning
            happen happens

            when it is recognised
            amid the will the positioning the caring
            then

            the will the positioning the care happen
            like water poured into water
            ing

 

 

 

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being wormhole: trying to focus / on walking
flow wormhole: the both passive and transitive / non-presumptive pre-conceptualist attenuation of being
politics wormhole: listen willya
recognition wormhole: ashramas
talking to myself wormhole: magnetic field
water wormhole: one day / in 1956

 

Doctor Strange II – … things are the same again

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2012, 20th century, age, anatta, beauty, belief, chaos, consolidation, consumerism, Dormammu, Dr Strange, emptiness, Have, health, heart, life, power, society, thought, wealth, world

 

the last few lines from Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street without which the title [and the poem] of Doctor Strange II … will not make much sense; I post these works in anticipation of the Doctor Strange movie which is due to be released this November/October …

                                                                                 the face in the orb implied                
                                that everything had changed and that
                                                              things
                would never be the same again

 

 

                                                              II

                                … things are the same again
                                              always have
                                              always had
                                                              the second half of the twentieth century
                                incorporated it
                                                              you either had it or you wanted it
                                              either way it fed the corporation
                                              everyone fed the corporation
                                                                                 by wealth by health
                                                                                                            by belief
                                                              this is the way things are
                                                                                 dwelt at the very heart of the world
                                                                                                            turning growing fiery
                                there comes a time
                                              when the power and the beauty
                                                                                 become elliptical
                                                                                 to each other
                                                              to themselves
                                                                                                            then chaos will come                
                                              you mark my words
                                thinks the aged Genghis high on the edge of the world
                                                              aged enough in life
                                              to see beyond the self:                                there is nothing there
                there is nothing there

 

Anyhoo, I wrote a series of poems tracking Doctor Strange through a key set of issues written by Steve Englehart and drawn by Gene Colan; (Dr Strange #6-13 (Feb 1975-April 1976)); these issues are some of the best comics I have ever read; they were also seminal in shaping me to become the significantly un-noticeable writer I have become to this day; I posted them in 2012 and then re-posted them again in 2014 because I thought the film was immanent – it wasn’t; but, dammitall, I like these babies so I’m going to post them again, spread out until November 4th …

 

 

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20th century wormhole: B le tch l ey P ark
beauty wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
Dr Strange wormhole: my / superpower
emptiness wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – moment
Have wormhole: my seat // now
life wormhole: tiling
power wormhole: tired
society wormhole: the / bright yellow / world
thought & world wormhole: Elektra

 

our whore-y little compromises

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2015, Alan Moore, buildings, chaos, civilisation, compromise, Eddie Campbell, faces, From Hell, life, Paul Tillich, poverty, society, symbol, words

                                   carved faces more real than
                                   peoples’ cross-hatched lives
                                   make chaos easier to understand

                                   as curse – March of Civilisation –
                                   the beginning of the Word has it all;
                                   those who know of symbol

                                   come to participate and connive
                                   in that to which it points, those
                                   who don’t live and struggle on

                                   bench-cold poverty, but it brings
                                   the nation together like glue, we
                                   know where we stand and the

                                   wheels keep turning over cobbles;
                                   the buildings were raised and we
                                   burned the common traitors with

                                   our whore-y little compromises

 

askance from chapter nine of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook

 

 

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Alan Moore & society wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
buildings & words wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
compromise & life wormhole: the streets just fill with business
faces wormhole: 1962
 

Dr Strange II – … things are the same again

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2012, 20th century, 6*, anatta, beauty, change, chaos, conventional reality, Dr Strange, ellipsis, emptiness, Gene Colan, life, occult, power, samsara, society, speech, Steve Englehart, time, ultimate reality, world

 

sequel to Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street; evincement of “[Dr Strange] … lives between the two worlds – the physical/political and the occult worlds – or rather he lives amid at the same time.   He is ‘strange’ because he bridges these two worlds … I once heard David Lynch [who I think should direct the upcoming Dr Strange film] talk about how he achieves his perspectives in his work by ‘filming through the eye of a duck’ meaning that he doesn’t just film ‘lineally’ he films simultaneously/alternately – he shoots a scene/whole films which physically depict one narrative but which affectively show an alternate landscape in which they play out.” (from four-colour pulp into cinematic di[gital]pix[el][live ac]tion so easily makes for semantic palava (if you read what I mean) … the foredreading of Dr Strange); Dr Strange does not appear in this segment of the Dr Strange heptaptych, but then again, he does[n’t] … thing is, it’s strange

 

 

                … things are the same again
                                always have
                                always had
                                              the second half of the twentieth century
                incorporated it
                                              you either had it or you wanted it
                                either way it fed the corporation
                                everyone fed the corporation
                                                              by wealth by health
                                                                                 by belief
                                              this is the way things are
                                                              dwelt at the very heart of the world
                                                                                 turning growing fiery
                there comes a time
                                when the power and the beauty
                                                              become elliptical
                                                              to each other
                                              to themselves
                                                                                 then chaos will come
                                you mark my words
                thinks the aged Genghis high on the edge of the world
                                              aged enough in life
                                to see beyond the self:                     there is nothing there
there is nothing there

 

askance from: Dr Strange #6-13 (Feb 1975-April 1976); Marvel; writer: Steve Englehart; artist: Gene Colan

 

 

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20th century wormhole: ‘like a piece of ice on a hot stove / the poem must ride on its own melting’
beauty wormhole: the utter beauty of giving when receiving
change & Dr Strange & Gene Colan & world wormhole: Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
emptiness wormhole: rainbow
life & samsara wormhole: born again
power wormhole: Vajrapani
society wormhole: thinking wide enough
speech wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
time wormhole: poised patiently for / hours

 

happening

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2011, 4*, acceptance, being, chaos, growth, life, water

 

 

 

                                              happening

           happen doesn’t happen
           through will or decision
                creating chaos
                      like an oar in water
           it doesn’t happen
           through positioning
                becoming part of the chaos
                      riding a ripple
           neither does it happen
           by going with the flow
                becoming part of the chaos
                      riding the trough
           or by not caring
                becoming submerged and
                      possibly drowning

           happen happens
           when it is recognised
                amid the will the positioning the caring
                      then the will the positioning the care happen
                                like water poured into water

 

 

 

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acceptance wormhole: splish splash squelch
being & life wormhole: time proceeds
water wormhole: bath

 

”hmm …’ …’

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'scape, 2012, 4*, Carol, change, chaos, conservatory, creativity, crow, eyebrow, garden, hedge, life, portrait, rain, speech, trees

 

 

 

                 ‘hmm …’

                                                     ‘what?’

                 ‘life’

                                                     eyebrows
                                                     ‘what …?’

                            ‘…

                 … how life changes
                 so much every time
                 every place it is
                 almost not there
                 it is chaos’

                                                     worried hand
                                                     in hair scratching

                 ‘it is only our
                  vain assertions
                 “let there be …”
                  that gives a slight
                  that there is any
                  time or any place
                 “and saw that it was Had”’

                            far down behind the gardens
                            through the shrubs and hedges
                            onto the upreach top of a tallest conifer
                            a crow landlurched
                            regained and surveyed
                            all it could see

                                                     ‘is that rain?’

                            on the conservatory roof

                                                     ‘quick
                                                      the washing …’

 

 

 

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C wormhole: I’ll just read a chapter
creativity wormhole: sometimes
garden wormhole: the slug
hedge wormhole: sun through / the hedge
life wormhole: slowly
rain wormhole: light blue and grey
speech wormhole: Manhattan 2012
trees wormhole: evening