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darkness

15 Wednesday Feb 2017

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2015, 7*, Alan Moore, construction, consumerism, dark, Eddie Campbell, edge, eyes, From Hell, life, light, perspective, sleep, society, stasis, texture, time, violence

                the darkness
is always gathering, the light
                only picks edge and selected texture

                it is hard
to tell the age we are in – scarcity
                of perspective, rolled-up eyes – it is

                the sudden
violence releases it, throws
                absorbing stasis to scatter

                but why bother
for when light is digested complete
                it shines through all the click-construction

                and neon
nevertheless; it has been millennia digesting
                and it

                                                will …
                                be …
                con
sumed; the world cannot let light just be,
                sleep now is just

                darkness

 

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 wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
eyes & life wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
light & texture wormhole: south horizon
sleep wormhole: sleep now
society wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
time wormhole: breathing out

 

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what heavy and cantilevered structure

26 Thursday Feb 2015

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2015, Alan Moore, death, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, inside, karma, life, lifetimes, light, outside, structure, suffering, time, walking, walls, windows

 

 

 

                                                              `comes a time also
                                              when inside and
                                outside do not matter
                anymore – ha ha ha
and what heavy and cantilevered structure in which life in all its wrappening
                                falls away then
                                              and what hideous possibilities
                                we have propelled become in all our many life we are (sic)
                                                              and we suffer them all
                                                                                 step by lifetime-step, accompanied
                                              or alone, within walls, looking
                                                                                 through windows and centuries or just
                                                                                                            outside in light

 

askance from chapter fourteen & the epilogue 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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Alan Moore & life & time & walls & windows wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
death wormhole: 1977
lifetimes wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
light wormhole: darkness
walking wormhole: the streets just fill with business

 

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the lines are not that straight / after all

25 Wednesday Feb 2015

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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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

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

 

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in desperation and worthless art

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

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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

 

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the 20th century

23 Monday Feb 2015

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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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

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
 

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darkness

22 Sunday Feb 2015

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2015, Alan Moore, dark, doing, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, light, sleep, society, texture, time, violence, world

                                the darkness
                is always gathering, the light
                                only picks edge and selected texture

                                it is hard
                to tell the age we are in – scarcity
                                of perspective, rolled-up eyes – it is

                                the sudden
                violence releases it, throws
                                absorbing stasis to scatter

                                but why bother
                for when light is digested complete
                                it shines through all the click-construction

                                and neon
                nevertheless; it has been millennia digesting
                                and it

                                                              will …
                                              be …
                                con
                sumed; the world cannot let light just be,
                                sleep now is just

                                darkness

 

askance from chapter ten 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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Alan Moore & society wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
doing & time wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
light wormhole: hinged
sleep wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
texture wormhole: chores to do – diptych
world wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside

 

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our whore-y little compromises

21 Saturday Feb 2015

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2015, Alan Moore, buildings, chaos, civilisation, compromise, Eddie Campbell, faces, From Hell, life, Paul Tillich, poverty, society, symbol, words

                                   carved faces more real than
                                   peoples’ cross-hatched lives
                                   make chaos easier to understand

                                   as curse – March of Civilisation –
                                   the beginning of the Word has it all;
                                   those who know of symbol

                                   come to participate and connive
                                   in that to which it points, those
                                   who don’t live and struggle on

                                   bench-cold poverty, but it brings
                                   the nation together like glue, we
                                   know where we stand and the

                                   wheels keep turning over cobbles;
                                   the buildings were raised and we
                                   burned the common traitors with

                                   our whore-y little compromises

 

askance from chapter nine 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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Alan Moore & society wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
buildings & words wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
compromise & life wormhole: the streets just fill with business
faces wormhole: 1962
 

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the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque

20 Friday Feb 2015

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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

 

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under silent direction of architecture

19 Thursday Feb 2015

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2015, Alan Moore, architecture, autumn, buildings, curtains, doing, echo, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, ghosts, identity, name, others, passing, silence, status, thought, time, words

                                it’s only when letters
                                threaten to tell all words,
                                that buildings in which we
                                exist and exit become

                                ghostly like curtains (then,
                                it is best to hang your head
                                in common with others
                                on public transport) oh,

                                and when all there is to
                                eat are the brand names
                                on the sides of passing
                                coaches in autumn; and

                                it is only when high up from
                                time’s point of view that
                                building solidifies again and
                                those who can tell the time

                                can also see the portents as
                                they pass, and know which
                                way to turn that lets ‘you
                                know how it is’ happen in

                all decency without thought or echo under silent direction of architecture

 

askance from chapter seven 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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architecture Alan Moore & buildings & others & silence wormhole: the streets just fill with business
autumn wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak
curtains wormhole: lobby
doing & time wormhole: hinged
echo & passing wormhole: purpose
ghosts wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
identity wormhole: relapse
thought wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
words wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II

 

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the streets just fill with business

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

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2015, 5*, air, Alan Moore, architecture, buildings, business, compromise, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, life, movement, open, others, process, rooftops, room, silence, sky, society, speech, status, streets, talking, walking, windows

                                              in rooms of procedure and name-plaque
                                the days event and compromise as ever
                                while only the rooftops through windows ajar
                                ‘for a bit of air’ seem to know things ‘what
                                 happens’ and they’re keeping silent as ever
                adrift under the sky

                                              despite busy movement over the cobbles
                                the buildings recede in perfect line and
                                the streets just fill with business, while some
                                mop the pavements others exchange their
                                local stereotypes; two men stroll through, one
                of them talks of lives

 

askance from chapter six 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

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

architecture & air & life wormhole: ha ha ha
Alan Moore & buildings & others & sky & society & windows wormhole: hinged
compromise & speech & streets wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
open wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
rooftops wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
silence wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
talking wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
walking wormhole: purpose

 

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