Le Pont des Arts, 1907

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1907, 2015, air, bridge, cream, Edward Hopper, grey, lemon, morning, Paris, passing, river, sea, sky, steel, sunlight, walking, wind, years

 

 

 

                           Le Pont des Arts, 1907

                           in 1907 girders were made
                           curved to span a river in
                           tempered sprung, perched
                           across pillars, a taut hold
                           of tonnage letting the

                           frozen strain of arched
                           air through which to sea,
                           allowing the first parting
                           for cream sunlight to
                           wash the quays a new day,

                           holding up ridiculous Way
                           for passers-over blown
                           full against over-clothes
                           regalia by the fithery grey
                           sky preparing lemon

 

 

 

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air & grey & wind wormhole: sooner or later
bridge & Paris wormhole: The Louvre in a Thunderstorm, 1909
Edward Hopper & years wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
lemon wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
morning wormhole: Morning in a City, 1944
passing wormhole: all along the blue sky
river wormhole: Bodiam Castle
sea wormhole: dream 230315
sky wormhole: hungry for a thread or two
sunlight wormhole: sit
walking wormhole: Sunday afternoon

 

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Jean Miller kissed Salinger

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'scape, 2014, blue, breeze, clouds, coffee, cream, curtains, doors, dress, evening, fingers, Gran Canaria, horizon, leaves, morning, open, palm tree, reading, Salinger, stopped, stucco, suddenly, summer, sun, talking to myself, taxi, terrace, time, writing

 

 

 

                                now let’s see
                those same leaves on the palm frond waving
                alternately like flippy fingers, same as this morning
                                have stopped
                                awhile

                                yes, and the
                light blue rough stucco wall dividing our terrace
                120 from 121 is lined cream coffee by the sun
                                twenty five
                                to nine and

                                the curtain
                by the open door hangs slightly billowing
                like the morning of the first dress of the summer
                                the day
                                I read

                that Jean Miller kissed Salinger in the taxi
                and continued after the sun dipped below the
                                cloudhorizon
                                suddenly

 

 

 

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

blue & clouds wormhole: cloud
breeze & leaves wormhole: no hat
coffee wormhole: we’re born // to die
curtains wormhole: achieving good-enough living
doors wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
evening wormhole: deeper
horizon wormhole: Batman#175
morning & sun & time wormhole: corroboration
open wormhole: oh-pen too
reading wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
talking to myself wormhole: extrapolates
writing wormhole: sunny morning

 

too

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2012, awareness, being, blue, breathing, cream, life, LoJong, meadow, settling, sitting, time, tonglen, trees, walls, white

 

 

 

                                ‘… begin the sequence of taking from your own side’

may all the wans and wishes of my life, the minutes that feel like hours ticking slowly across the whitewashed wall, the sit – u – a – tion that became my in-breath

                                                      for decades
                                all be gathered
                                without blink or
                                extra breath
                                              gently
                                              stable and
                                              allowing
                                into the corner of the tile
                                three feet in front of me

                                and if it ripples like cream
                                or becomes a tree-lined meadow
                                by a small blue stream without
                                ceasing to be a tile
                                may these all be gathered
                                              too

 

 

 

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

awareness & being & settling wormhole: zazen
blue & white wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
breathing wormhole: practise what you doing / give what you having / breathe what you remember
life & sitting & trees & walls wormhole: zazen in everyday life
time wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / and the waft of vipashyana

 

Eridge Station

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'scape, 2012, birch, cream, green, leaves, passing, silver, speech, train, Uckfield-London line

 

 

 

                                a whole orchestra of
                                silver birches waiting
                                ‘the train made a noise
                                but you opened your
                                mouth at the same time’
                                stone-cream boards of
                                Eridge Station with
                                stone-green highlights
                                before leafing shrubs

 

 

 

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

birch & silver wormhole: only
green wormhole: how hard / to meditate
leaves wormhole: clouds
passing & train & Uckfield-London line wormhole: ‘the next station / is Hever’
speech wormhole: End Israeli / Apartheid

 

clouds

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'scape, 2013, 8*, Ashdown Forest, black, blue, branches, breath, breeze, buildings, burgundy, cars, clouds, cream, dark, earth, future, gods, grass, green, grey, Have, history, horizon, humanity, institution, leaves, life, lifetimes, light, living, monuments, open, passing, red, silence, silhouette, sky, society, talking, time, trees, wind, windows, words

            clouds

            in the 23rd century
will we live in neighbourhoods in the air
clustered around structures huge and bulbous like a
            frozen mushroom cloud

            and will we populate
in tribes and drift in loose affiliation
orchestrated across the vast and barren
            sky or

            will the nations
drift as décor and dissipate as culture
as the wind gets up and reveals glimpses of
            blue sky behind

            will the trees
stand rooted shuffling and shrugging
to provide perspective and direction
            of green silhouette

            and will the tiny
clusters of red berry just fall
or cling to the branch-squalls
            for later in life?

            in the 23rd century
will we forget our distant history far and
bluish on the horizon with hints of cream edgings
            to suggest event

            while distinct-coloured
burgundies and greys and blacks and even blues
once made their one-tracked progress passing on
            to somewhere?

            in the 23rd century
will we look at the grasses and thistles all across each other
under the great and wide and ever-present breeze and remember fondly
            the meeting halls where we talked

            will the old monuments
that talk silent of root and branch long and broad across the lands
have lost their leaves by now and wave to the sky, their windows
            see-through and open?

            in the 23rd century
will we live in all the words we wrote and sent to the skies
and remember only the ridges and valleys of the
            slow-turning earth and

            will our discourse
be shared to saturation and have no need of reach
or distance or hopeful-expression but drift along always
            in magnificent cluster?

            in the 23rd century
will we wonder lonely – in our silence – if light
has sound and dark has colour if far has breath
            and close has taste

            and will we listen
to the dappled pebble and graze the newgreen grassandbracken
and feel that we have done this all before but cannot
quite remember when we gaze upwards to where
            the gods must live?

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest & clouds wormhole: wraggle of architecture
black wormhole: new garden
blue & grass & passing wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
branches wormhole: more importantly
breath wormhole: Saturday
breeze & horizon & living & sky wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
buildings wormhole: tired – diptych
burgundy & windows wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
cars wormhole: we // walk
green & life wormhole: jagged panel
Have wormhole: waiting
history wormhole: how ironic
leaves wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
lifetimes wormhole: 32 years
light wormhole: thar she perched
open wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
red wormhole: to share
silence & wind wormhole: (Little by Little)
silhouette wormhole: 1977
society & talking wormhole: the early morning of the sixties
time wormhole: some steps
trees wormhole: how hard / to meditate
valley wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
words wormhole: thar she perched

 

flat

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'scape, 2011, 5*, burgundy, cars, cathedral, clouds, cream, Eastbourne, grey, passing, roads

 

 

 

                                              flat

                                              oh!

                                a Holden FC wagon
                                pulled out onto the A22

                                burgundy flanks
                                cream top and bonnet

                                and passed back
                                into the wing mirror

                                under high dark grey skies
                                like a cathedral

 

 

 

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burgundy wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
cars wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
cathedral wormhole: there
clouds wormhole: afternoon 290613
Eastbourne wormhole: promenade: / dual layering
grey wormhole: greeyn
passing wormhole: poetry
roads wormhole: relief

 

celebrate

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2011, 4*, alcohol, awareness, brown, cream, family, green, growth, maroon, pink, red, sherry, white

written 100911; I just thought I’d like to share with you: I stopped drinking April 2010 and I haven’t had a drop since …

 

 

 

                                           celebrate

just over a year ago I would have bested a good half of sherry while cooking a wholesome stodge of what my family called mud pie

                                           today I sipped
                            pink grapefruit juice while I chopped
                                                          white cloves of garlic
                                           greenish halves of onion into a pot
                with olive oil lid on
                                                          added cubed potato with skins
                                           green celery with cream middle
                            (which I chomped a little – peppery)
                                           whole bottle of passata
                                                          and chick peas
                                                          and a base of adzuki soup –

                            a true fiesta which still
                                                          ended up as mud pie

 

 

 

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

awareness wormhole: sit. / In. / g …
brown wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
family wormhole: lobby
green & pink wormhole: perched
maroon wormhole: ‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’
red wormhole: Batman 168
white wormhole: 1974 – Greens / End Woolwich

 

1955

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'scape, 1955, 2010, 5*, brown, buildings, cars, cream, hills, pavement, roads, years

 

 

 

                      1955

                      two-tone shoes
                                brown with cream sides
                      beside the parked car
                                cream with brown seats
                      by the pavement
                                raised and crowded
                      on the dirt road
                                flat and receding
                      through poles cables and signs
                                on colonial buildings
                      so much difference
                                to the ever-rising hills

 

 

 

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

brown wormhole: Nag’s Head
buildings wormhole: wanting to be loved
cars wormhole: JJ Cale / in a coffee shop?

hills wormhole: in the sun
pavement wormhole: 1975
roads wormhole: the receding / roads of Hejira
years wormhole: 1976

 

dream

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'scape, 2011, 5*, Allen Ginsberg, blue, bus, cars, Charlotte, cream, Eglinton Hill, growth, Jon, Joseph, London, morning, Nan, passing, portrait, roads, talking to myself, writing

 

 

 

                           dream

     spent the morning
                                     visiting
            many parts of London kept noticing
     Allen Ginsberg
            on a bus
                     in a shop
                           crossing the road
            slightly hunched busy
            carrying papers in a wallet
                     maybe shopping
            ordinary tired clothes
     as I keep on seeing him
            maybe I could give him my poems
                     to look at maybe I should
            all of them all five hundred
                           no just some of them

     late afternoon            I am walking
            down Eglinton Hill melting ice-cream light
                     some satisfaction with the day and
                           cream soda
     slowly with my Nan – getting old chatting
            feels like walking with Charlotte
     ahead are cars
            one indicating right to pull out
                     another waiting just behind
                           indicating left he’ll take his place
     both waiting for another coming uphill
                           right of way complicated
            how this all happens
     another car slows downhill
            before the uphill one has still to pass
            he wants to park too but
                     he’d narrow the road cars parked
                           right and left
     he rolls further down and parks on the right
                           much more space
            opposite number 46
                           I wonder if Allen
            is in the car
                     the car is medium blue
                           a good ten years old
                                     tired but working
            filled with stuff only room for the driver I think
     yes it’s Allen getting out of the car
            does he live here
     Nan asks if Assiki is in Malta
            I don’t know but say I think so
                     Allen hears and nods yes
            as we pass – that is where Joe
                     or Jon have got to now travelling

     go on give him your poems
                     don’t walk past and pretend you’re OK
                           give them
            but I am reticent
                           because I don’t like to ask

     fracture into the breakfast room or the upper kitchen
                           cluttered full of stuff
            space for only one at the table
                           Allen has made some tea
            and sits down to turn the pages
                           of my script

 

 

 

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

… part of: nan
Allen Ginsberg & writing wormhole: biography
blue wormhole: daybreak // midday
bus wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
cars & morning wormholes: looking for Lester
Charlotte wormhole: Charlotte’s / warm / hand
Eglinton Hill & roads wormhole: 1969
Jon wormhole: a night of rum
London wormhole: 1967
Nan wormhole: Initiation
passing wormhole: ‘how ‘do
talking to myself wormhole: and no one would know