10/28 ‘in this strong light …’ by William Carlos Williams

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1928, autumn, beech, glow, grass, grey, leaves, light, love, notice, William Carlos Williams, yellow

10/28

                in this strong light
                the leafless beechtree
                shines like a cloud

                it seems to glow
                of itself
                with a soft stript light
                of love
                over the brittle
                grass

                But there are
                on second look
                a few yellow leaves
                still shaking

                far apart

                just one here one there
                trembling vividly

 

specificularity within a cast-iron-changing season from the Descent of Winter, 1928 by William Carlos Williams

 

 

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

autumn wormhole: The Diligence at Louveciennes, 1870
grey wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
leaves & yellow wormhole: 10/22 by William Carlos Williams
light wormhole: Female Peasant Carding, 1875
love wormhole: the mantra of Maitreya
William Carlos Williams wormhole: 10/28 ‘On hot days …’ by William Carlos Williams

 

with all love released

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2016, 8*, air, anatta, birdcall, blue, breathing, Buddha, change, civilisation, dark, earth, echo, finding, glow, groundlessness, impermanence, inspiration, karma, letting go, looking, lost, love, purple, red, shadow, shelf, time

                I still look for you on the
                shelves and by the way

                head tilted to one side
                feeling in the shadows

                under foliage between
                stems for something lost

                shining darkly red
                pushing up through

                purple earth – fold of
                blue shadow – I knew

                you’d be here somewhere
                without remembering

                where I’d let you go,
                mutated through cycle

                as wax will wane; and
                I know when I find you

                I’ll notice the glow
                where it shouldn’t be

                obvious when discovered –
                I knew it! – but now

                my daylight groping is
                done; I have found no

                ground to stand on
                I must let you go again,

                my friends, and face
                the only task … alone

                I could track back
                through centuries of

                millennia and tectonic
                inch and breathe the

                same air, amid forming
                civilisations, the only

                air replenishable, as
                the man who strolled

                through parklands and
                birdcall, all possible

                echoes collapsed, and
                I could breathe that

                same heir both in and
                out with diminishing

                return dispersing the
                hanging proliferation of

                ténèbres hautes and
                redoubtable as they may

                seem, as known as I
                am not, with all love released

 

 

 

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

air & Buddha wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
blue & time wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
breathing & letting go wormhole: travelling // arrival
change wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
echo wormhole: looking / ridiculous
groundlessness wormhole: 1964
looking wormhole: between
love wormhole: cinnamon / milkshake
purple wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
red wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
shadow wormhole: low afternoon

 

Michael Redford: // someone missing

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'scape, 2013, 6*, adults, breathing, childhood, death, emergence, floorboards, generation, glow, iron, lifetimes, mourning, piano, portrait, pub, uncle, wood

 

 

 

                                              Michael Redford:

                                the pub had wall-wide sideboards
                and deep sills with iron scales and metal pots and long rusted hinges
                                that used to hold it all together all
                                wondrous to a child’s eye when navigating
                                              the ways of adults

                                but there was someone missing
                                making all the paragraphs and passages rhyme
                                and follow-on to craft mysterious a generation
                of wood-grain and burnish-glow and printed-hang and floorboard-creak
                                which I wouldn’t wholly breathe together
                                for many a decade yet

                                              at the piano which
                                              wasn’t there anymore

 

 

 

* my late uncle who spent times in his life popping across the road to the Nag’s Head and sat at the piano with a held-smile, as if the cigar shaking and smoking in the ashtray on the keyboard ledge were still in his mouth, played

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

breathing wormhole: what?
childhood & emergence & floorboards wormhole: the early morning of the sixties
death wormhole: 1971
lifetimes wormhole: clouds
piano wormhole: beep
uncle wormhole: bombs on / Catford
wood wormhole: objective intimacy