AT-tennnnnnnn – waitfrit waitfrit – SHUN!

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1960s, 2013, 6*, abdomen, attention, birth, emergence, evening, eyes, feeling, flower, heathland, history, identity, infrastructure, life, light, lime, looking, meaning, mist, possibility, posture, reading, rebirth, shade, shoulders, sitting, streets, time, womb, writing

                AT-tennnnnnnn – waitfrit waitfrit – SHUN!

                decade of ever-immanent emergence
                but yet womb-like misty with heathland-lime streak

                forefeeling borne and colourful possibility
                then birthed starving and naked into too local streets

                with all their historynfrastructure; born within
                two months of the 1960s, towards the end

                I was flowering, but with a knuckle in the
                stem below the petal receptacle, made me

                always look downwards to the ground: I sit
                for hours hunched over a table writing, I sit

                for evenings correcting a tendency to
                close my eyes, I sit slouched in all manner of

                chair reading and reading; it will take decades
                of shade and whither before I raise

                my face to the startling of light and correct
                my shoulders and abdomen

 

in the immortal words of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche: “the path is the goal”

 

 

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abdomen wormhole: trying to focus / on walking
attention & writing wormhole: magnetic field
emergence wormhole: the / bright yellow / world
evening wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I suddenly / remembered
eyes & light wormhole: languidly close the portal
history wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Safe Home
identity wormhole: travel
life wormhole: 35 years ago …
lime wormhole: weight of high sash windows – poewieview #33
looking & streets & time wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
meaning wormhole: tiling
mist wormhole: the purple mist between
posture wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
reading wormhole: lonely and free
sitting wormhole: even / a second

 

the / bright yellow / world

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2007, 5*, Batman, blue, cape, childhood, emergence, head, karma, running, society, world, yellow

 

 

 

                                   through the
                                   bright yellow

                                   world ran
                                   Batman

                                   rising out of
                                   BATMAN

                                   his head locked
                                   in the great

                                   cape held up
                                   behind him

 

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: “Darling” – poewieview #28
blue wormhole: the policies came to nothing
childhood wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
emergence wormhole: 1963
society wormhole: one day / in 1956
world wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
yellow wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – the soft canticle of the gourds:

 

1963

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1963, 2014, childhood, emergence, grey, growth, knowledge, name, notice, park, passing, reaching, sky, trees, winter, years

 

 

 

                                                                                 1963

                                     hand in hand
                      with noticing the tree
                           in winter
                           against the sky
                           for the first time
                      and knowing it was called tree for the
                           first time
                           came the shifting greys
                           into which
                      it reached which I didn’t notice yet
                           but would
                           inevitably
                           have to

 

 

 

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

childhood wormhole: up on the hill
emergence & sky wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
grey wormhole: Jon
knowledge wormhole: up here
park wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
passing wormhole: bavardage
trees wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
winter wormhole: com- / mute
years wormhole: 1964

 

like ink – poewieview #23

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1970, 2016, being, Bowie, brain, branches, city, dark, earth, edge, emergence, floating, ink, light, orange, passing, Plumstead, red, Shrewsbury Park, sky, streetlight, thinking, trees, turning, writing

                                passing by the edge of the park under
                                occasional orange lamp, the dark trees
                                turn unable to contain the floating
                                brain of revolving redness in the branches

                                ah, but the city lights, spread about like
                                dust reassure that there is darken sky
                                without passion that moves free and sudden
                                over only orb and lonely branch like ink

 

oh, God, I should be dead: She Shook Me Cold, 1970; pack a pack-horse up and step-up here, on Black Country Rock, 1970

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

 

 

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

being wormhole: rhymed
Bowie wormhole: miss / ad / venture – poewieview #22
branches wormhole: train journey // like a branch
city wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
emergence & orange & Plumstead & streetlight & writing wormhole: up on the hill
light wormhole: 1964
passing wormhole: tabla
red wormhole: the start of adolescence
sky & trees wormhole: Jon
thinking wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving

 

up on the hill

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'scape, 2013, bench, childhood, electric, emergence, grass, grey, leaf, London, Nithdale Road, orange, Plum Lane, Plumstead, purple, rooftops, shadow, Shooters Hill, shrub, streetlight, sunlight, Thames, Woolwich, writing

 

 

 

                                up on the hill

                                there is a bench
                                and a streetlamp which casts
                                introspective orange
                                over shrubs and grass
                                making them purple and indistinct

                                but over descending rooftops
                                and terraced rows
                                the city leafs out into evening
                                from the grey Thames
                                wet with electric sunlight

 

‘up on the hill’ is not the same ‘up on the hill’ which is the start of Steely Dan’s ‘Aja’, but it starts from a similar call; the ‘hill’ is Shooters Hill which rucks up in the south east London basin just short of the Thames; the ‘bench’ is one of a few on a piece of land at the corner of Nithdale Road and Plum lane overlooking Plumcroft school, the lower slopes of Plumstead and the sprawl of the developing Woolwich Arsenal estate to the Thames as you raise your gaze from the ground, eveningly; this is a small, open patch of land which doesn’t obviously seem to belong to anyone, but is important to any awkward teenager who may wonder if their way is in writing …

 

 

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bench wormhole: bougainvillea
childhood & emergence & shadow wormhole: the start of adolescence
grey wormhole: and that’s where I are
London wormhole: tabla
orange wormhole: stacked
Plumstead wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
purple wormhole: don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18
rooftops wormhole: keep the light off
streetlight wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
Thames wormhole: dream 260815
Woolwich wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
writing wormhole: first Spring storm

 

the start of adolescence

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2009, adolescence, black, childhood, dark, Eglinton Hill, emergence, glass, identity, lamp, red, shadow, stairs

 

 

 

                        the start of      adolescence
                      red smoked-     glass shade
                        of the oil       lamp and
                        the wet-      sharp-black
                       shadow      under
                            the      already dark stairs

 

 

 

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black wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood wormhole: mauve
Eglinton Hill wormhole: 1963
emergence wormhole: walking through Lewes
glass wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
identity & red wormhole: first Spring storm
shadow wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
stairs wormhole: top table

 

walking through Lewes

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'scape, 2013, dark, emergence, grey, hills, houses, identity, Lewes, possibility, time, trees, walking, walls

 

 

 

                           walking through Lewes

                           I emerge from darkness
                           between thick stone walls

                           holding hills and houses
                           and overhanging trees

                           grown and replaced
                           for a hundred years

                           ever on a grey day full
                           of possibility and time

 

 

 

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emergence wormhole: the practice
grey & walking wormhole: “walking …”
hills wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
identity & walls wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
time wormhole: David Bowie – Iris
trees wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948

 

the practice

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2013, being, creation, defining, discernment, emergence, emptiness, environment, gaze, groundlessness, identity, practice, simplicity, sitting, space, watching, wonder

 

 

 

                                              the practice

                                to emerging
                ever more openingly and simply
                                and only

                                into the very
                environment that in-fines the very sitting
                                and the very

                                being that I
                define as me both sitting and being but
                                really gazing

                                straight at
                and into the very space that allows those
                                definitions

                                to discern
                themselves in the first place at all and just
                                watch the

                                endless
                creations that compulsively wonder away and around
                                oblivious

                                from the emp-
                tiness searching both for land and identity
                                unnecessarily

 

 

 

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being wormhole: zazen
emergence & sitting wormhole: sooner or later
emptiness wormhole: enough
groundlessness wormhole: addicted / compulsive / identity
identity wormhole: I survived
practice wormhole: offer the victory and accept the defeat
space wormhole: prayer to my self

 

sooner or later

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2014, acceptance, air, being, emergence, grass, grey, horizon, horizontal, patience, settling, sitting, submergence, sun, time, water, wind

 

 

 

                                              if I settle
                                I can look slightly upward
                                at the grasses and canes
                                              that grow from the water straight up
                                most then bend to the right folded
                                              at a certain height
                                              to point
                                a rough right angle away somewhat horizontal
                                              some bend to the left both on the right and
                                                              on the left
                                                              in the air
                                                              in the wind
                                              sometimes
                                              there is a swell
                                occasionally a squall a ball
                                                              of air that
                                              fulminates
                                and if I’m quick
                I can avoid the spume and spatter by submerging
                                              just a little more
                                and watch the amniotic greys swirl
                                                              in all their relief because
                                                              I
                                              know
                                the sun will emerge
                                                              sooner or later

 

 

 

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

acceptance & being & time wormhole: offer the victory and accept the defeat
air wormhole: ‘passing overhead …’
emergence wormhole: 1963
grey wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
horizon wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
settling wormhole: exactly equal
sitting wormhole: sit
sun wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
water wormhole: I do
wind wormhole: the continental stride of trains

 

1963

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'scape, 1963, 2014, beige, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, emergence, grey, identity, sound, speech, step, stone, voices, years

                1963

                                step
                                by
                                step
                I look down at the differing shades
                                stony beige and grey
                I hear the sound of shkrnts and scrapes and find my own clear voice
                                of ‘but’
                                and ‘I’

 

wishin’ & hopin’

 

 

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beige wormhole: 1963
(Burt) Bacharach wormhole: To my Mum
(Dionne) Warwick wormhole: Dionne Warwick
emergence wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
grey wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
identity & sound & speech & years wormhole: up here
stone wormhole: thar she perched
voices wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II