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    • Batman
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    • Bob 1995-2012
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
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B le tch l ey P ark

28 Thursday Apr 2016

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1960s, 1980s, 2016, 20th century, Bletchley Park, blink, cable, change, children, chimney, colour, communication, culture, data, Edwardian, elbow, ethic, Europe, eyes, grain, Have, history, hotel, ink, knowledge, legacy, living, Luton, marble, meaning, metal, militarism, mind, night, pattern, poem, point, politics, possibility, power, railtrack, rhythm, smell, smile, society, sound, story, subversion, table, the British Empire, thought, time, timetable, typewriter, veins, windows, wood, World War, writing

 

 

 

                                B  le  tch l  ey      P   ark

                                Edwardian fingers pointed
                                from military sleeve the way
                                in and the way through

                                while some knew that a W
                                will never return a W and
                                we will henceforth return

                                to a following possibility of
                                change, the veins in marble
                                cladding and the grain in

                                parquetry floor were no
                                longer décor of legacy but
                                cover for subversion – smiling

                                minds up in front of chimney
                                stacks – no, now, platted
                                and inflexible cable linked

                                lozenges of releasing code
                                (no-longer-just-location)
                                in patterns of levered ratchet

                                across European divide; no more
                                the flurry scratch of ink across
                                blotted paper with fortitude

                                and Empire wile, now the
                                erstwhile sturdy tables were
                                anchored by elbow and fallen

                                eye gazed at shifting pattern,
                                now the heat of metal and
                                ribbon made the ink fume

                                like acid; now was the time
                                of proletariat genius as tape
                                connected the diagonals and

                                metal frame softened and
                                bent in constant hold;
                                now the colour was splashed

                                and the ethic was learned
                                and the story is told to the
                                schoolchildren who – blink

 

visit, 260416, pages of scribbled notes; the poem sifted and shifted until a pattern formed and simultaneously dispersed, across time; in the hotel room in Luton right next to the rail-line which slingshot-ricochet’d passing trainsnotstopping in the window one side, out the window the other, all night and all of the day, in timetable but not necessarily rhythm

 

 

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

20th century wormhole: impressionism
change wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
chimney wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
communication wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
eyes & Have & history & hotel & time wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
knowledge wormhole: 1963
living wormhole: need
meaning wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
mind wormhole: becoming
night & society wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
power wormhole: top table
politics wormhole: dear clown’s face
smell wormhole: when writing // stay
smile & thought wormhole: while walking
sound wormhole: 1965
table wormhole: 1964
windows wormhole: mauve
wood wormhole: quick inventory after coffee
writing wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25

 

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zazen

13 Friday Nov 2015

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2013, air, being, doing, grain, texture, walking, zazen

                                zazen

                                              out and about zazen
                                              is throwing out a sheet
                                              so wide it is behind
                                              so strong it stays rooted
                                              so fine it spreads deep into the grain and weave of texture and air          
                                and disappears into
                each step I take

 

 

 

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

air wormhole: Le Pont des Arts, 1907
being wormhole: training the mind
doing wormhole: [s]
texture wormhole: tobacco pouch
walking wormhole: I survived
zazen wormhole: while

 

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sometimes

12 Friday Dec 2014

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2011, 6*, being, breathing, creativity, expectation, family, grain, happiness, Have, ideas, instinct, living, love, managerialism, music, poetry, reading, relaxation, satisfaction, sitting, striving, teaching, travelling, writing

 

 

 

                                                                                       sometimes

                                                                   writing coagulates but mostly liquefies
                                                                              ideas cog but mostly mutter
                                                                 instinct reveals but mostly forgets
                                                        creation simplifies but mostly details
                                                      happiness relaxes but mostly doesn’t
                                                                love sees but mostly expects
                                             satisfaction grains but mostly emulsions
                                              sitting breathes but mostly strives
                                             teaching turns but mostly gets gridlocked
                                             music tunes but mostly beats
                                    reading travels but mostly zigzags
                                poetry outsides but mostly decorates
                                 family meets but mostly contacts
                             poems finish but mostly never know when to stop

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: yet another sprain / of ‘Jingle Bells’ straining / to propagate yet another / tired Christmas spirit – … / ‘sanner clawsis coming t’ taunn – yeah’ in a / coffee shop with condensation / running off the snowflake transfers / and the iphone at the next table / talking how 50 means 900 a month – not worth / the drive (left his scarf behind – / collateral) … about my age
breathing wormhole: tong // len
creativity & teaching wormhole: irretrievable / breakdown / of marriage
family wormhole: tag cloud poem VII – form new freedom:
Have & living wormhole: 20th century / schzoid man
love wormhole: a gift
managerialism wormhole: poessay IX – … just saying, is all II
music wormhole: ‘the blues shifted …’
poetry wormhole: sunny morning
reading wormhole: I need to keep my eyes open / in meditation
sitting & writing wormhole: ‘hello old friend …’
travelling wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114

 

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chores to do – diptych

15 Sunday Sep 2013

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2011, 6*, being, death, doing, grain, green, ink, knot, living, night, poetry, speech, texture, the Waltons, windows, writing

                                                                                           chores to do

                                                                                      ‘what’s up with him?’
                                                                                      ‘oh, he’s all crotchety;

                                                                                      he was up all night
                                                                                      writing poetry’ up
                                                                                           all night

                                                                                      writing poetry
                                                                                      what a magnificent way

                                                                                      to live
                                                                                      and die

 

                                     hinge                                                                      hinge

 

                                          chores to do

                     “why is he all cross and tetchy?”
                     “oh he was up half the night
                           writing poetry”

                     he struggled with a moment
                           into the inky night
                     it grained and knotted
                           and textured into
                           hounds-tooth
                           fainting away

                     the lamp went off
                     and only when the shapes
                           outside the window
                           turned ink-green

                     did the cadences and
                           parentheses fall away
                           and the moment
                           sat clean and perfect
                     in the middle of the page

 

 

 

I started writing in 1976 when I was 16 years old; the nurture and raising of that seed had been long and occasional through the tender hands of JD Salinger, Andre Gide and Batman; I have NO embarrassment in saying that the midwife to my actually putting pen to paper was John-Boy Walton – the quoted words are from the first episode of the Waltons (I think)

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

being wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
death wormhole: Michael Redford: // someone missing
doing wormhole: Saturday
green & living & windows wormhole: clouds
night wormhole: 1965
poetry wormhole: Moebius strip
speech wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
texture wormhole: sat
writing wormhole: thar she perched

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
    • Chapter 10
    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
  • others
  • poemics
  • poeviews
  • teaching matters
  • William Carlos Williams
  • wormholes

recent leaks …

  • IN THE ‘SCONSET BUS by William Carlos Williams
  • nowhere / that can be seen
  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara: Chapter VI, Patience – verses 128-132; reflectionary
  • travelling,
  • despite all / depiction
  • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – tenderness
  • POEM by William Carlos Williams
  • on / that / day
  • poessay XI – piquant love
  • travel // when I die

Uncanny Tops

  • IN THE 'SCONSET BUS by William Carlos Williams
  • Chapter 2
  • September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
  • Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
  • The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
  • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Rain
  • travel // when I die
  • duck calls
  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
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