the balance necessary between

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2017, 7*, appearance, balance, being, cause and effect, checking, coagulation, denial, doing, empty, fortune, healing, holding onto, karma, legacy, life, lifetimes, lunge, morning, path, Refuge, relationship, room, self-grasping, shutters, statue, trauma, true nature, urge

in my corner of the room
                I have only just noticed the shutters ajar –
                                wondering if I dare push them further apart –

the dynamics of past lifetimes
                rebirths of exact measure to the traumas
                                round which they coagulate; but then, also, the

healing of relationships
                which tip towards fortune however
                                you make them, the balance necessary between doing

all that holding and checking
                of all those causes and effects which
                                comb-through the tangles of legacy but which

can so-easily become the
                local point of selfish, and being
                                insight through the skein of appearences into

their respective empty
                nature enabling them all to
                                appear in the first place which can so-easily

become a stoney denial
                of causality into one’s own statue
                                stuck in pose; the path through which neither

aggravates nor heals;
                the practice of Refuge in the
                                morning and at the urge to lunge of all

my doings, alongside
                all the other 6-fingered and 4-
                                thumbed sisters of this world

 

this teetered out of a comment made in response to one of Jana H. White’s posts, but I’ve been all the way through her site and can’t find it – she must have taken it down: it would make sense of the ‘corner of the room’ and the ‘6-fingered and 4-thumbed’ references, but, maybe, if you tune out a little, it works nonetheless…

 

 

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balance wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
being & doing wormhole: behind / glass walls and wan and hooded eye
life & lifetimes wormhole: amniotic avenue
morning wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
path wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell

 

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addicted / compulsive / identity

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2014, being, empty, groundlessness, identity, meaning, realisation, words, writing

 

 

 

                                                                                                                addicted
                                                                                                compulsive
                                                                                 identity

                lookithat! –

                                a completely empty page:
nothing here but the feint lines to suggest there is nothing here
                                              at all

                                I certainly can’t look at it
                                              it makes me anxious even
                                                              to notice it

                                              which is why it fills with words – even now –
                                                              to make any sense at all
                                left to write covering enough of nothing to make it seem alright

                                                              to confirm that there is something there to see
                                to ensure that there is something there for me
to see that there is something there to be

 

 

 

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being & realisation wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
groundlessness wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
identity wormhole: Hypnopompia
meaning wormhole: mass
words wormhole: thar she perched
writing wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.

 

‘the red and white …’

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1980, empty, night, owl, red, room, shelf, traffic cone, white

 

 

 

                the red and white
                traffic cone stood
                in the corner

                the owl on the
                single shelf
                of the room

            stared at each other all night

 

 

 

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night wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
red wormhole: ‘in the centre of the bare room …’
white wormhole: To my Mum

 

‘the dining room …’

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1980, blue, dancing, dining room, empty, furniture, mouse, puppet, spotlights, tears, windows

 

 

 

                           the dining room
                           clear of furniture
                           the blue marionette
                           in bright dinner jacket
                           performed a stiff
                           arabesque under the
                           window-spotlight

                           cheeky satisfaction
                           running down his face
                           he tip-toed over to his
                           top hat, tapped it twice
                           and disappeared
                           a mouse in the corner
                           ate his shoes

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: the edge has come …
dancing wormhole: ‘in the centre of the bare room …’
spotlights wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
tears wormhole: 32 years
windows wormhole: To my Mum

 

tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes

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1960s, 2014, 7*, air, Allen Ginsberg, anxiety, beach, cafe, cars, earrings, earth, east, Eastbourne, eating, echo, economics, Eda, education, educational behaviourism, Edward Hopper, eggs, Eglinton Hill, Eiffel Tower, elastic bands, electric, elipse, elm, Eltham, emergence, Emma Peel, employment, emptiness, empty, endeavour, engine, Enlightenment, ennui, Eternity, Europe, evaluation, evening, evidence, exchange, existence, expectation, experience, exploitation, expression, eyebrow, eyes, faces, growth, Have, identity, journey, landscape, life, looking, pointlessness, school, society, sound, tag cloud poem, teaching, time, war

 

 

 

while earrings twinkle
the earth turns inexorably
east

in all the cafés along Eastbourne front
eating happens with clak but no
echo

economics doesn’t explain it
all said Eda* but I didn’t understand her then or now
despite my education

despite the educational behaviourism
I teach in schools of tomorrow’s children creating
life as treacled as an Edward Hopper

look what happened to Ginsberg’s eggs!
the journey from Eglinton Hill
to the Eiffel Tower took ten years

by elastic band and is still incomplete
because the electric was not current,
but elipse, and no one factored that in

well, just look at the elm which
grows into the ground and
only in Eltham is the emergence apparent

and Emma Peel with a face like a plate
in permanent employment modelling different styles of emptiness
but stuck and empty herself within that very decade

I don’t know: the endeavour should never be
the engine because where would you get off
for the Enlightenment?

ennui the constant air of Eternity
drifting across landscape of Europe despite
scar and plenty

the evaluation has still not been made
no matter how late into evening you wait
the evidence will always peel and flake

the exchange will already look to the next
the existence will writhe on the Utah beaches
to tailor expectation like Emperor’s New Clothes

experience is common but not the denominator
exploitation works best when dressed as expression
with only a wisp of anxiety betrayed by an eyebrow

just look deep into anyone’s eyes

 

*Eda was someone I fell soppily in fatuation with during the first year of university, but I was so naïve I didn’t know what it was and didn’t know what to do with it; I still don’t now

 

 

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air & looking wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
anxiety & teaching wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
beach wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
cars wormhole: cold wind
Eastbourne & Dionne Warwick wormhole: promenade
echo wormhole: 1963
economics wormhole: 20th century
education wormhole: just saying, is all – III
Edward Hopper wormhole: Dr Strange #6-13
Eglinton Hill & evening wormhole: ‘“ruddy crows!” / said my Dad …’
Eiffel Tower wormhole: parc du Champ-de-Mars
emergence wormhole: vagued
emptiness & time wormhole: posture
evaluation wormhole: the View: from Here to the Learning Objective to the Learning Horizon
eyes wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
faces wormhole: titanic
Ginsberg wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
Have & war wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)
identity & life wormhole: letters to Mum I – a walk / and talk
pointlessness wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
society wormhole: introducing / the stranger
sound wormhole: open window
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness

‘the dining room …’

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'scape, 1980, 4*, blue, dancing, dining room, empty, faces, floorboards, mouse, spotlights, top hat, windows

 

 

 

        the dining room
        clear of furniture
        the squat midget
        in blue dinner jacket
        performed a stiff
                arabesque
        under the window-spotlight

        cheeky satisfaction
        running down his face
        he tip-toed over to his
                top hat
        tapped it twice
        and disappeared

        a mouse in the corner
                ate his shoes

 

 

 

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part of >>> FLOORBOARDS
blue wormhole: 1965
dancing & floorboards wormhole: ‘glass filled with redwine …’
faces wormhole: teen gaze
spotlight wormhole: Heathrow / Airport
windows wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’