just saying, is all VII: // `spolitical

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2013, 4*, accountability, career, compromise, expertise, just saying, listening, managerialism, message, politics, principle, production, public service, responsibility, work

                just saying, is all VII:

                the drive to de-power the worker
                in public service; you cannot
                call-the-shots-because-you-are-an-expert
                … because you are the worker

                if you are calling the shots you must be
                a manager of some thing so that
                you can then be held accountable
                for the shots you call – kept on message.

                If You Are not a Manager you Cannot
                Call the Shots. Even if you are a genius;
                ‘take a responsibility, then we’ll listen
                to you’, I wouldn’t on the principle they

                wouldn’t listen to, they didn’t listen on the
                principle that I had no voice without responsibility
                compromise; de-experting workers
                is inexorable to production, in fact

`spolitical

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

career wormhole: wakeoutofadream
compromise wormhole: gone black
listening wormhole: within
managerialism wormhole: seen but not heard
politics wormhole: this sodden land
work wormhole: weight

 

gone black

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2013, black, business, Channel Tunnel, compromise, decision, phone, sleep, society, train, travelling

                           snipped smart and cologne
                           all about with compromise

                           the business man in shoes
                           and open shirt drops asleep

                           after the decision on the
                           phone and a light meal –

                           tablet gone black as we
                           all plunge into the Tunnel

 

 

 

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black wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
compromise wormhole: dream career // groggy
sleep wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – autumn
society & train & travelling wormhole: lonely and free

 

dream career // groggy

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2012, career, compromise, dream, identity, journey, naked, obsession, pride, professional development, realisation, talking to myself, teaching, voices, waking

 

 

 

                                                      dream career

                                                      so there I was
                                                      naked except
                                                      for my pants
                                                      in the room
                                                      had to make it
                                                      round the room

                                                      I figured to go
                                                      right round
                                                      the room – do
                                                      it properly –
                                                      started off fine
                                                      became more

                                                      and more difficult
                                                      pants caught
                                                      on something
                                                      maybe the door
                                                      but I pushed on
                                                      turned the

                                                      support post at
                                                      far end of the room
                                                      pants were getting
                                                      tighter and tighter
                                                      ‘but I can push on’
                                                      stretched thinner

                                                      and thinner ‘but
                                                      I am strong’ going
                                                      to cut and then
                                                      I suddenly realised
                                                      how ridiculous:
                                                      the room, the

                                                      journey, my nakedness
                                                      my pants – would
                                                      my pants slice
                                                      off my legs –
                                                      so I stopped
                                                      and woke up, groggy

 

as the great majority of my readers are from America, I’d better point out that ‘pants’ means ‘underwear’ – the last vestige before total nudity (believe me, it ain’t pretty!); I am in the last throws of my career (I know, it’s been lingering on since obituary, and maybe shouldn’t’ve) and soon to enter the Last Rites; I was having a natter with Waywardspirit and we both agreed that it was about time; but I was nevertheless indulging in a little guilt ‘n’ defeat when I came across a dream I had before, even, my ‘obituary’ and it makes me feel better; and wiser …

 

 

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career & teaching wormhole: and that’s where I are
compromise wormhole: working / for a living
dream wormhole: let the dreams / become the ghosts they / always were
identity wormhole: the start of adolescence
realisation wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
talking to myself wormhole: true nature
voices wormhole: becoming

 

working / for a living

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2013, buildings, compromise, doing, Horsham, letting go, living, passing, work

 

 

 

                                working
                                for a living

                      don’t be stuck in buildings
                                regular and angled as compromise

                                rumble past them all with
                      however long a trailer

                      reading the road ahead
                                observing give way

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

buildings wormhole: Office in a Small City, 1953
compromise wormhole: “write, let’s break outta here!”
doing wormhole: zazen
Horsham wormhole: preoccupied
letting go wormhole: training the mind
living wormhole: let the dreams / become the ghosts they / always were
passing wormhole: Le Pont des Arts, 1907
work wormhole: tobacco pouch

 

“write, let’s break outta here!”

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2012, beauty, compromise, creativity, depression, letting go, life, living, samsara, speech, steel, walls, writing

 

 

 

                                “write, let’s break outta here!”

                      stuck in compromise
                      a-foreclosed, I need to
                      break out, I need to create

                      something strange and
                      beautiful – too hideous to
                      contemplate – and abandon it

                      in order that it digest into
                      my everyday construction,
                      rags around the base of a high, steel wall

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

beauty wormhole: it is complete
compromise wormhole: block ‘n’ role
creativity wormhole: start where / you are II
depression wormhole: relapse
letting go wormhole: like butterflies on / buddleia
life wormhole: recovered
living wormhole: dream 260815
samsara wormhole: un … able
speech wormhole: … anymore
walls wormhole: mauve / night
writing wormhole: after all?

 

block ‘n’ role

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2013, block, compromise, future, identity, keys, recognition, role, sound, speech, work

 

 

 

                                block ‘n’ role, so

                here we go
I’ll just put myself under this pile of somewhere
                                without anyone knowing and only slightly suspecting
                I’ll even compromise myself inside and
                                              throw away the key
                                now, I can’t say fairer than that, (and
                                              I’m already doin’ m’self outta bob or two)

                                patterns of the past
                                              plans for the future
                and the only hint that I am
                                ever here: disconcerting clink of chains

 

 

 

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compromise wormhole: mass
identity wormhole: thy will be done
recognition wormhole: Trinity Arts
sound wormhole: House by the Railroad, 1925
speech wormhole: I do
work wormhole: dream 230315

 

mass

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2011, blue, communication, compromise, faces, grey, lost, meaning, pointlessness, society, world

 

 

 

                            aagh pointlessness
                                lookattit everywhere
                               tidy faces with grey hues
                                               quick, fold inside
                                          find something valuable
                                           create something valuable
                                                intrinsic complete maybe,
                                                                   just maybe, put it
                                                                           in the world, no
                                                              it keeps slipping off, rolls
                                                   around, gets lost, there’s too much
                                                             operation on a mass level
                                              it’s too low, too wide, too plain,
                                                     too practical, look out, it,
                                                 it’s going to compromise
                                                           ughh, value-bled
                                    all over my blue shoes and
                                 look, there’s my intrinsic,
                tainted now, been out in the air,
               it’s become all low and bled
                                     and ignored

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: ‘the dining room …’
communication wormhole: ‘blades / articulate all the lonely height / of the sky’
compromise wormhole: Desolation Angels
faces wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
grey wormhole: To my Mum
meaning wormhole: thar she perched
pointlessness wormhole: un … able
society wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
world wormhole: nu’ink, / that’s what

 

Desolation Angels

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2013, alcohol, biography, books, compromise, death, identity, Jack Kerouac, life, loneliness, mother, reading, travelling, valley, Vietnam

 

 

 

                I have found Jack Kerouac
                     at last
                where I couldn’t find him
                in the narrative shifted of
                     the road
                or the too much spoke and
                awe of the bums or the
                     biographies
                of mother-tied and bottle compromise
                or drunken defence of Jeeps in
                     Vietnam
                there, there he is, ballooned
                valley-high and continental
                     plate
                left lonely for his piddling life
                and inexorable death in every
                     reach

                                              Desolation Angels

                but I still couldn’t finish reading
                     the book

 

 

 

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books wormhole: step
compromise wormhole: in desperation and worthless art
death wormhole: Dr Strange VII – the madness of Mordo
identity wormhole: H e a v e
life wormhole: dream 260713
loneliness wormhole: ‘blades / articulate all the lonely height / of the sky’
mother wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
reading wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
travelling wormhole: ha ha ha

 

in desperation and worthless art

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2015, Alan Moore, art, compromise, despair, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, life, London, others, skyline, smoke, society, streets

                                it’s only
                the guts and instinct worry us now,
                                parley of glimpse mostly inured to us, and
                only in desperation and worthless art do we follow them
                                to unravel the unholy mess a little
                (too much strain to untangle
                                              too much compromise to try)

                                the cab
                that took him away left
                                perfect receding lines by the kerbside
                out into the busy streets of London;
                                peoples’ lives are not so sacred now
                they twist and float
                                              like idle smoke
                                                                      from the settled skyline

 

askance from chapter twelve 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 & compromise & life & society wormhole: the 20th century
London wormhole: step
others wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
skyline wormhole: ha ha ha
streets wormhole: the streets just fill with business

 

the 20th century

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2015, 20th century, Alan Moore, commerce, compromise, crane, duty, economics, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, Have, life, river, secret, society

                                the 20th century

                                and so everything’s for getting
                                and it’s business as usual as long as

                                the denominator remains common
                                enough, high and low, because it is

                                so much easier to re-circuit a life
                                at the mere implication of a switch

                                (no need to call ‘howzat’ anymore)
                                it makes certainty very difficult, even

                                inappropriate; some thrive in it,
                                most live with unanswered questions

                                and awful duty (well, someone’s got to
                                do it); but the cranes on the riverside
                                                                             must
                                                                             keep
                                                                             lifting

 

askance from chapter eleven 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: darkness
20th century wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
compromise & life wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
crane & Have wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
economics wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
river wormhole: start where you are I