despite all / depiction

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2019, 5*, appearance, architecture, art, cows, Darmstadt, east, empire, history, illusion, life, line, mass, reality, survival, thinking

                so, lowing
                and looking east
                from all the crumbling musculature
                of past empire,
                chewing cud

                ninety nine percent
                of all and ever species have become extinct and I
                cannot deconstruct
                the categories-
                enough to read

                the lines and mass
                of stijl, reminds me
                that I try to be far too clever trying to read
                despite all
                depiction

 

mused from a visit ot the Museum at Darmstadt attending the celebration of Jon and Sara’s wedding

 

 

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architecture wormhole: travel // when I die
history wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – An Old Piano
life wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
reality wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XXII by William Carlos Williams
thinking wormhole: riders of the night

 

on / that / day

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2019, 6*, arms, bread, breeze, brows, cake, chickens, Darmstadt, dog, ears, elderflower, family, feet, friends, happening, harps, Jon, Krishna, marriage, people, pine-cones, salad, Sara, serviettes, sunlight, trees

                                on
                                that
                                                day

                when the breeze was high in the trees and the sunlight
                occasional across pebble paviours

                when the harps cried ‘hallelujah!’
                and the puppy’s brows drew ears to attention of
                                chickens!

                when the cake was spread before the salad as only Krishna would have liked                
                and families multiplied like fanned serviettes

                and friends came together like classmates
                and peoples’ feet jumped one way, their arms waving the other,

                Jon and Sara pulled the bread and divined pinecones and elderflowers
                when things really had
                                come together beautifully

 

Jon and Sara married a couple of weeks earlier, but we celebrated later all together

 

 

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breeze wormhole: at Kreukenhof
dog wormhole: 10/22 by William Carlos Williams
family wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – An Old Piano
feet wormhole: waiting to be heard
Jon wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych
people wormhole: boiled spangle with soft centre
trees wormhole: travel // when I die

 

occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y

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'scape, 2014, 4*, blue, brown, charcoal, clouds, Darmstadt, echo, field, green, passing, rain, walking, wheat, white, woodland

                from
brown-soft echo hawthorn-green & white
                out to
wide wheat-field herringbone-parted fizz-greenie heads on forest-blue stalk all
                under
charcoal-blue clouds spitting
                occa s                  i
o                    n               a
                           l
                l                                             y

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: vastly
brown & clouds & echo & rain wormhole: Open – All – Ours
field wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – The Agricultural Show
green wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
passing & walking wormhole: Luton // couldn’t make a poem out of it
white wormhole: 1967

 

Matildenplatz / & Luisen

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2014, 5*, being, Darmstadt, doing, green, Have, identity, life, memorial, passing, reflection, shops, sound, walking, windows

 

 

 

                                   Matildenplatz
                                   & Luisen

                                   I have wanted to be
                                   attractive all my life

                                   but find nothing
                                   to buy when I

                                   catch my glimpse
                                   in shop window

                                   peoples’ lives pass
                                   in shoes as I sit

                                   by the memorial lion
                                   wounded to heart by

                                   broken arrow while the
                                   festival sound system

                                   performs checks and effects;
                                   we look for wider circles

                                   out from ourselves
                                   echoing across the platzs

                                   and intenser circles into ourselves
                                   between seeded white buns

                                   but achieve only greater or lesser
                                   extent of Venn and dissipation

 

 

 

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being wormhole: Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
doing & green wormhole: a maturity
Have wormhole: thinking wide enough
identity wormhole: born again
life wormhole: Dr Strange II – … things are the same again
passing wormhole: Luisenplatz
reflection wormhole: breathe it all / in
shops wormhole: movement
sound & walking wormhole: poised patiently for / hours
windows wormhole: just

 

Luisenplatz

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2014, 3*, Carol, Darmstadt, Jon, Monday, orange, passing, people, pink, politics, rain, sky, Sunday

 

 

 

                                Luisenplatz

                as people squint past after Sunday’s rain
                                on a clean Monday morning under cloud glare
                                wide as the sky
                and Jon noticed the success of the right in the
                                European Elections
                                on his phone
                Carol frowned – softened by the neat orange shirt
                                and pink coat – at the Krishna devotee’s
                                beautifully hanging dhoti

 

 

 

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Carol wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
Jon wormhole: they find their life growing together –
orange & Sunday wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
passing wormhole: the utter beauty of giving when receiving
people wormhole: movement
pink wormhole: corroboration
politics wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
rain wormhole: oh-pen too
sky wormhole: the long road

 

consturnation …? // consternation

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'scape, 2014, 4*, Darmstadt, dream, eating, field, green, hotel, poetry, purple, roof, van Gogh, waking, walking

 

 

 

                                                   consturnation …?

                                   woke up
                     from a dreamless night of consternation

                                   and worried
                     I’d taken all the turmoil from Van Gogh’s
                                   picture

                     in my greedy poem – the picture now seemed so flat –
                                   walked out
                     about town and got so spaced from hunger that I

                                   noticed
                     the deep purple of ridged tiles waving on a roof
                                   like the

                     custom-tone of a new Audi and once I’d
                                   eaten

                     some potato salad with gherkin

                                   I saw that
                     the cornfield still had all of its sway
                                   and burble

 

seuquel to … the poppies / of van Gogh

 

 

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dream wormhole: letters to Mum IV – healing comes in smiling
field wormhole: they find their life growing together –
green wormhole: I could step / more open
hotel wormhole: !
poetry wormhole: this is not my poem / although I found it nevertheless
purple wormhole: … sshhh
roof wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
walking wormhole: movement

 

the poppies / of van Gogh

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'scape, 2014, 4*, cypress, Darmstadt, green, hills, hotel, morning, poppies, red, sky, van Gogh, yellow

 

 

 

                the sky hazed like an irritable public
                     over the hills all morning
                the hills congealed like a line of
                     melted cough sweets
                the cypresses burned dark green high into the sky
                     fanned and waved by the cornfield
                all unnoticed by the poppies
                                           of Van Gogh

 

prequel to … consturnation …? // consternation

 

 

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green wormhole: somewhat // digesting
hotel wormhole: lobby
hills & red wormhole: emerged
morning wormhole: … sshhh
sky wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
yellow wormhole: the chiropodist

 

too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems

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2014, 4*, being, Darmstadt, existence, flowers, immanence, outside, poetry, thinking, writing

 

 

 

                                              too cold to sit outside
                                              and write flowers of
                                              individual poems

                                              it’s alright …
                                I don’t know what I’m talking about trying
                                to get into poem-mode thinking
                                to suck a bit of immanent
                                but unseen pastel line
                                out of the quotidian
                                as if the quotidian
                                existed there of
                                its own accord

                no wonder nothing happens

 

 

 

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being & poetry & writing wormhole: moon
thinking wormhole: letter 080514

 

they find their life growing together –

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2014, 5*, architecture, Darmstadt, earth, field, forest, growth, Jon, life, love, passing, plants, population, portrait, relationship, Sara, society

                                   Sara is sited in
                           the slow growth and diurnal movement
                                          from the earth
                                   cultivating her relationships
                                   wide as a field

                           Jon reads the mechanisms of decline
                                   in the architecture of passing population
                                          finding love
                                   in clean and forest plant

                                   they find their life growing together –
                                          field into forest
                                          forest into field

 

 

 

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architecture wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
field wormhole: “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”
Jon wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
life wormhole: my fidgety self
love wormhole: HPB
passing wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
society wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)

 

St. Ludwigskirche

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2014, 5*, church, Darmstadt, dove, earth, feet, glass, heaven, light, silence, sound, stillness, water

 

 

 

          St. Ludwigskirche

                                                   still
                                                   despite
the columns the creaking benches the stations and
          their modern feet

                                                   despite
the fiery stucco earth the watery brick of heaven and the
          stain glass of dove

                                                   despite
the tuts of silence the claps of alleluia and the merest
          crease of leaflet

                                                   a shaft
spreads round the holy spirit echoing and feed-backing all
          across the dome

 

 

 

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church wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
feet wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)
glass wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
light wormhole: axis: bold as love
silence wormhole: time
sound & stillness & water wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop