place

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2014, 7*, capitalism, child, doing, doubt, earth, energy, finding, gentleness, groundlessness, hair, hands, hope, leading, letting go, London, lurch, market, placement, precision, seeing, shift, sound, streets, thinking, vindication, waves, weight

                      not seeing
                      the energy
                      shift and wave
                      underneath

                      I flex in all the
                      wrong places to
                      ground my own
                      earth to stand

                      on, there, there
                      is the precision
                      but then I easily
                      despise my hope

                      and put on weight
                      far too quick to
                      judge and lurch
                      toward vindication

                      it’s just ‘thinking’
                      that makes it so
                      a toddler’s head
                      chatters by your side

                      just let them all be
                      let their bouncing hair
                      be gentleness to the
                      palm of the hand but

                      don’t take them by
                      the hand to lead them
                      through the streets
                      of London, there’s

                      nothing to find in found
                      and always there are
                      smiling deals to make,
                      letting go, in the market

                      place

 

 

 

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capitalism wormhole: miss / ad / venture – poewieview #22
child wormhole: municipal garden
doing wormhole: holiday
groundlessness wormhole: the quiet whale
hair wormhole: and I lose sight of her into memory
hands wormhole: twilight / and parasols down / within minutes
letting go wormhole: woman / has worked in the gym / got a build
London wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
seeing & thinking wormhole: time
sound wormhole: Tara mantras
streets wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
vindication wormhole: the writing’s on the wall
waves wormhole: concordance

 

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this sodden land

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2016, 5*, doubt, need, people, pointlessness, politics, purposelessness, society, walking

                people arguing cutting
                across each other
                wilful to the others’ needs

                that once were met
                that brought them together
                mire me deeper into

                this sodden land

                stuck where I cannot walk
                doubtful all the time of
                all the purpose of walking

 

 

 

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people wormhole: beepbeep
pointlessness wormhole: Prajnaparamita // Maitreya
society wormhole: cut while you’re ahead/cut while you’re a thread – poewieview #35
walking wormhole: 1964

 

1968

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1968, 2009, abandonment, being, child, childhood, curtains, divorce, doubt, facade, father, feeling, holiday, identity, illusion, lilac, living, passing, sky, sleep, stretch, sunlight, time, timelessness, town, truth, vermillion, yawn, years

 

 

 

                                                                 1968

                      child living at rate: three months per hour
                      sat under lilac viscous sky and watched
                      the vermilion slicks form and pass; the

                      Way Things Are through which I had come
                      was no longer living with us; what I had
                      felt – under my fingernails – might not be

                      true (like the facades of towns erected
                      for a holiday) now had reference, I felt
                      no feeling, all Absolutes were off, all

                      interaction doubtful.   The child slept for
                      a week, is now stretching and yawning, a
                      new day ahead shining through curtains

 

 

 

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1968 wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
abandonment wormhole: 1963
being & passing & living wormhole: impressionism
child wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood & sky wormhole: 1963
curtains wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
divorce wormhole: sit
father wormhole: Jon
holiday wormhole: nothing to write
identity wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
lilac wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
sleep wormhole: com- / mute
time wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
vermillion wormhole: 1967
years wormhole: 1964

 

really really

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2013, doubt, expectation, identity, influence, leading, letting go, not knowing, possibility, talking to myself, uncertainty

 

 

 

                           in order to be really really influential expect
                           not to know enough to lead in order to be

                           really really influential expect to dwell deep
                           within uncertainty and doubt in order to

                           be really really influential don’t close down
                           possibility by offering any way forward

 

 

 

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identity wormhole: becoming
letting go wormhole: thick thick fog
talking to myself wormhole: a little bit of love / and muffle

 

development

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2014, beach, death, doubt, foundation, ideas, identity, investment, management, pointlessness, professional development, walls, waves

 

 

 

                                              development

                                will never happen
                unless you allow ideas
                                              to die
                                              like waves on a flat beach
                                most ideas won’t work (but that
                management will drive them through
                                to recoup the return
                                on the initial speculative investment)
                                              but then
                                once the doubt is cast
                                              once the walls appear hollow
                                              even the deepest foundation reinforces
                                                              my own transparency

 

 

 

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beach wormhole: dream 230315
death & walls wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
identity & pointlessness wormhole: spit / spot
management wormhole: my life / of others
waves wormhole: bougainvillea

 

it is complete

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2013, acceptance, beauty, career, doubt, duty, giving, hierarchy, identity, others, talking to myself, tragedy

 

 

 

                it is complete
                I can listen to all the pain
                                all the doubt and all the diminish
                                where the Venn diagrams
                                              overlap rather than merge
                                              convening a local hierarchy
                                                              always inverse to the myriad
                                                              always averse to the area left
                                              uncovered and unknown but
                                              I cannot expect the same from others
                                I can give            and become wide but
                                it will not be reciprocated
                up down or sideways
                and that is my duty

                                (and that is my beauty)
                                but not my tragedy
                                and not my failure

 

 

 

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acceptance wormhole: nothing // matters
beauty wormhole: my beauty
giving wormhole: truly invisible
identity wormhole: I can say / that I do all sorts of dance
others & talking to myself wormhole: prayer to my self

 

the lines are not that straight / after all

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2015, advert, Alan Moore, career, doubt, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, Have, houses, life, obligation, people, reading, society, streets, talking, time, walls, windows

 

 

 

                                                              during
                                                              months
                                              studying the walls and windows
                                from across the street; the lines are not that straight
                after all; you have to talk with people now and read
                                between all sorts of lines
                                              creatively and incredibly

                                                              there is
                                                              a crunch
                                              decades into a career
                                decades coming (all the while
                adverts growing out the ends of terraced housing)
                                puts decades of striving into doubt when
                                              pension is mooted

 

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

 

 

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Alan Moore & life & society & streets wormhole: in desperation and worthless art
career wormhole: career came to naught …
Have wormhole: the 20th century
houses wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
obligation wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
people wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
reading wormhole: step
talking wormhole: the streets just fill with business
time wormhole: darkness
walls & windows wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name

 

the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque

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2015, 20th century, Alan Moore, Big Picture, branches, brown, compassion, doubt, Eddie Campbell, eyes, From Hell, glass, houses, leaves, living, love, passing, purpose, September, shadow, society

                                by September the leaves
                                are browning and dry
                                if not caught by cobble
                                and drain leaving branches

                                to reach and twist in all
                                consequence; is the bigger
                                picture really worth more
                                than lodging, release and the

                                                              muffled glass echoes of
                occasional compassion

                                the gnashing below the
                                startled eyes suggest yes,
                                the lines of three four
                                storey houses in rows

                                cast doubt in passing;
                                is purpose only outside
                                and love only in, is the knife
                                or the coming century enough;

                                                              the dash is magnificent
                the shadow grotesque

 

askance from chapter eight 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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20th century wormhole: 20th century / schzoid man
Alan Moore wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
branches wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
brown & leaves wormhole: right to be
compassion wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
eyes wormhole: relapse
glass wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
houses wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
living wormhole: gently straighten
love wormhole: purpose
shadow wormhole: where the real action // always is
society wormhole: the streets just fill with business

 

relapse

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2015, 6*, ambition, breakdown, childhood, circular poem, creativity, depression, dissolving, doing, doubt, expectation, eyes, heart, history, identity, letting go, life, naïveté, pride, realisation, self, self-love, thinking, time

 

direction of read:

 

 

                                                                               it is amazing
                                         I realise because                            how much
                       again and again before                                             the same old
                     unambiguous heart                                                           ambition can
             to find my naïve and                                                                      cover the
                 again and again                                                                              same old illness
              self and relapse                                                                                    and seem to be
    will have to build my                                                                                        the cure I suppose
  that it isn’t although I                                                                                           I should be grateful
   eventually heartened                                                                                            that I’m not cured
         broken, and then                                                                                             as I thought –
            and I am heart-                                                                                            gives me something
   virtuous was despite                                                                                             more for pride
    I thought everything                                                                                          to relinquish
       creative was despite                                                                                      and love to
          I thought everything                                                                                dissipate leaving
               was always despite                                                                          the cure ready-
                      I thought the cure                                                                 prescribed and
                              but for the doubt;                                                   dosed – a self-healed
                             slightly arched brows –                                 man without edges
                                                 without history and

 

 

 

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breakdown wormhole: right to be
childhood wormhole: just words wiped across a line
circular poem wormhole: a known from without the unknown
creativity wormhole: sometimes
depression wormhole: anti-depressants
doing & identity wormhole: un … able
eyes wormhole: Dr Strange VI – to hold my face to the world
history wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
letting go wormhole: I need to keep my eyes open / in meditation
life & thinking wormhole: step
naïveté wormhole: scattered
realisation wormhole: gently straighten
time wormhole: the edge has come …

 

should is good when / too used to cruise

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2013, 6*, achievement, anxiety, balance, doing, doubt, posture, practice, relaxing, settling, sitting, voices

 

 

 

                                should is good when
                                too used to cruise

                                                      don’t like anxiety
                                                      don’t like doubt
                                                      can’t sit with it
                                                      and feel comfortable
                always want to get
                get up off the floor
                and sit on a sofa
                relaxed and cushioned
                                                      but there is bad posture
                                                      can’t think what to do
                                                      strong need to get up
                                                      and achieve something
                but I should sit with anxiety
                sit with the doubt and
                sit with good posture
                and ‘be thankful for it’
                                                      and leave what I like and leave
                                                      what I don’t on the sofa
                                                      slipped down the sides and lost
                                                      with the crumbs and pennies

 

 

 

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anxiety & doing & settling & sitting wormhole: stuck free to move within
balance wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
doubt wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
posture wormhole: contemplating my painted copy / of Vallejo’s Conan
practice wormhole: anti-depressants
voices wormhole: tune up // baton taptaptap