the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13

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1969, 2016, accountability, appearance, ascent, becoming, being, Bowie, chords, clouds, coalescence, counting, crescendo, dawn, doing, doors, earth, echo, fall, gods, history, horizon, kitchen, looking, loss, lost, love, neighbourhood, people, possibility, rocket, silence, society, sound, stillness, streets, stumbling, suburbia, travelling, trees, up, variation, warp, weft, wish, years

                                   … oh,

                      here it comes again, between
                      the warp and weft of chording;
                      all the engines of thrust, all
                      the snare of history, all propulsion

                      `round various turnings, trails
                      left vaporising; counting … up
                      to crescendo, looking up to tread,
                      to lacunae; to ascend is to lose,

                      to step through that door: fall/
                      ascent mean nothing off-sphere;
                      tumult of horizon sitting in my
                      kitchen, stumbling on my planet,

                      there’s nothing I can do: there
                      are – so – many – more – chords,
                      variants on a minor, travelling to
                      where we are all along, feeling

                      very still … lost where we all are;
                      the sounds of 1969 looked very
                      different today – loved-up, peopled-
                      up, gods upped be-coming – up;

                                          ~O~~~

                      down the slippey ascension of wish,
                      up to the echoing boroughs of cloud-
                      bank, where the damp damp dawn
                      falls silent to urban horizon, higher

                      for to widen the neighbourhood
                      streets and higher to deepen the road-
                      side trees; none of it didn’t, but it
                      [would have] seemed that way

 

filtered through grill of angst: Space Oddity, 1969, Cygnet Committee, 1969, Memory of a Free Festival, 1969

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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being & Bowie & doing wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
clouds wormhole: dog bark
dawn wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
doors wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
echo & looking & people wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
history wormhole: London Park in Greenwich town – poewieview #5
horizon wormhole: com- / mute
kitchen wormhole: 1963
love wormhole: Grizedale College
silence wormhole: the open window
society wormhole: bookmark
sound & years wormhole: 1963
stillness wormhole: the windmill
streets wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
travelling & trees wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3

 

crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10

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1967, 2016, Bowie, cascade, chords, crescendo, depth, doing, getting ground, humour, identity, others, speech, true nature

                           ‘a Method sneezer’,¹ me, no
                           gnome depths to which I
                           won’t dig and corpse to
                           find the earthly essence;

                           who – are all these little
                           geezers getting under me
                           feet; g’wn, get outside,
                           allyya, `need t’get

                           things done, need t’get
                           things under m’feet
                           agin; tell them: I will
                           live – neighhh – through

                     crescendoeing cascade of chordage

 

¹ wonderful phrase from Chris O’Leary‘s entry on ‘Please, Mr Gravedigger’ in Rebel Rebel

sometimes you gotta do a little crazy with instinct when the scent’s off: Please Mr. Gravedigger, 1966; The Laughing Gnome, 1967; The Gospel According to Tony Day, 1967; When I Live My Dream, 1967; Love You Till Tuesday, 1967

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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1967 wormhole: 1967
Bowie & doing wormhole: seventy two, perhaps – poewieview #9
identity wormhole: the MagOO Effect Effect
others wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2
speech wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8