my // shell – poewieview #19

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1970, 2016, Bowie, Buddha, delusion, desire, echo, eyes, forest, happiness, identity, karma, lifetimes, monkey, others, samsara, shadow, shell, the Three Poisons, thought, words

                my

                                shadows whip `round me
                                sometimes before you’ve
                                thought your words

                                you cannot help it
                                I have echoes in my eyes
                                from all the “I”s that faded

                                too soon to cast open their
                                only desires left hanging tantalic,
                                your monkey’s hand held tight in the

                                                                                 shell^*

 

^* “the prince heard the cry of a monkey in the forest: it had been trapped by hunters who used a nut case which was so-shaped that a monkey’s hand could fit into the shell when opened flat, but not if the hand was held as a fist.   The hunters placed food in the shell which greatly attracted the monkeys; when they put in their hands to grab the food they could not withdraw their hands, and yet they wanted the food so much that they would not let it go.   And so they were trapped.   This seemed to the prince that it might be the answer: beings find no happiness in life because the very act of trying to get happiness binds them to frustration.   In selfishly trying to grab their own lives, they were trapped in them.   The enemies to fight were the delusions within oneself: selfishness, pride, greed, belief in the self, anger, jealousy, hate, desire etc, those things which try to grasp happiness in life.”

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

 

 

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Bowie & eyes wormhole: don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18
Buddha wormhole: out!
echo wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
identity wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
lifetimes wormhole: thick thick fog
others wormhole: crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10
samsara wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
shadow wormhole: keep the light off
thought wormhole: strange / tarnish
words wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky

 

Brugges April 2015 – looking lost

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2015, air, archaeology, architecture, brass, Brugges, buildings, calves, carillon, church, compassion, faces, finding, ghosts, girl, gold, grey, happiness, history, identity, infrastructure, lemon, letting go, lifetimes, lime, looking, lost, mantra, measure, nuns, oak, passing, people, portrait, posture, purple, saints, scaffolding, seeing, silver, simplicity, sky, society, sound, space, speech, station, step, sun, time, train, wheel, wood

 

 

 

                Brugges April 2015

                looking to find myself at the international train station – all
                the people passing – I’ll feel stone-faced and unmoved until
                I let their faces pass with all manner of their step ‘n’ roll
                looking to find themselves at the international train station –

                looking is found when letting is seen – lost     the civic
                detail of architecture in spikey scaffolding       turning; the
                bite in the sunny air before the grey girder holding     everything –
                the tracks and posts of infrastructure turned by brick-weight

                and wooden wheel found archaeological, built space high
                into the sky with threefold holy design – life spent and time-
                worn in silent healing sitting collected and still in a lifetime
                of ghostly movement before brick pillars clear as history

                makes them; “time is just a measurement” said John right,
                before he died “happiness is very simple” said Ediccia;
                the purple skirt was settled then the lime shirt veined lemon
                with om mani padme hum threads was procured and the slipper

                slipped from the waitress’ heel as she used her fine calves
                to find free tables; golden saints on pinnacles languidly
                show something that the 7 year old strutting before the
                Open Light Brass Band cannot as oak twigs bud in the sky;

                the dark-carved wood gilt with silver effulgence to a higher
                record than the fine-branched brass scales that measure
                the herbs porcelain to the touch while the carillon plays
                dissimilar tunes discordantly to forgotten time and history

 

I am very pleased to present the above, cultured from a short stay in Brugges at the beginning of this month; we travelled by Eurostar leaving from St. Pancras station and passed through Brussels, then out to Brugges; there is no newer building in the centre of the town, the spires and towers still rise down side streets no matter where you walk (Spire of the Church of Our Lady); there is a large photograph of nuns dedicated to life healing at the exhibition in Sint-Janshospitaal and an exhibition ‘Right, Before I Die’ by Andrew George of photographs of people towards the ends of their life and the words they have to say; we visited the old apothecary back at Sint-Janshospitaal; there was a music festival happening but we only saw the Open Light Brass Band play …

 

 

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air wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
buildings & girl & identity & passing & people & seeing & sound & time wormhole: sight / seeing
church wormhole: Trinity Arts
compassion wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
faces & society wormhole: mass
ghosts wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
gold & speech wormhole: gold wedding band
grey wormhole: Hypnopompia
history wormhole: ha ha ha
lemon & lime wormhole: crumpled / notebooks / at the end of a gentle retreat
letting go & space wormhole: between
lifetimes wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
looking wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
oak wormhole: corroboration
posture wormhole: oh,
purple wormhole: the edge has come …
silver 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
sky wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
sun & train wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
wood wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop

 

sometimes

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2011, 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

 

 

 

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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

 

Maidstone

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2014, America, blue, coffee shop, communication, giving, happiness, Have, kindness, lemon, Maidstone, rooftops, sky, society

 

 

 

                                Maidstone

is there any happiness
                to be had
is there any lemon-blue sky
                above the rooftops
is there any give
                in communication
is there any
                kindness        left
                is there any notice
                                of a ‘horse with no name’
                                                in the busy coffee shop
                                                                now that we have
                                                                                everything in this ever-
                                                                                                tip-trip-and-cascade
                                                                                                                of spend?

 

 

 

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blue & sky wormhole: the precision // the gentleness // and / the letting go
coffee shop wormhole: movement
communication & Have wormhole: g’morning
giving wormhole: letters to Mum III – ongoing-term // eventually
lemon wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
rooftops wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
society wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes

 

should // be // aware

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2012, appearence, awareness, being, dancing, doing, freedom, happiness, smile, talking to myself

 

 

 

                                   yes
                           of course I
                      should keep light
                with all appearances even my own appearances
                and dance with them all
                and weave between them all
                then
                I would be happy
                then I would be free

                but I should not act the result I should
                      be the cause and be
                      aware of everything that happens in particular detail
                all with the slightest smile

 

 

 

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awareness & being wormhole: not that close
dancing wormhole: dance
doing & talking to myself wormhole: the cheaper seats
smile wormhole: Sunday

 

seeing / clear

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2012, being, happiness, seeing, time

 

 

 

                           seeing
                           clear

                I wish I could be as happy as when I saw for the first time
                           all the time
                and yet I never was happy all the time and
                           I never will be

                but if I could see freshly every time I look around I would be
                           awash with vision
                I could even go back and see what I wished to see before
                           if I needed to

                           which I wouldn’t

 

 

 

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being wormhole: don’t move
seeing wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
time wormhole: little thrills

 

sometimes

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2011, 5*, creativity, family, growth, happiness, ideas, instinct, love, music, poetry, reading, satisfaction, teaching, 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

 

 

 

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music wormhole: Winchester Cathedral
poetry & writing wormhole: after all
reading wormhole: in 1978
teaching wormhole: by default