Clea

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2016, 5*, brick, circle, claim, Clea, direction, Dormammu, Dr Strange, eyebrow, fingers, fire, gaze, head, identity, looking, morality, obligation, others, path, play, rhyme, self, space, spell, stars, thought

                                                              Clea

                     she is made of circles and stars
                     but gazes only from brick-lined

                     tunnels that hang in space – portals
                     of thought – then eyebrows frown

                     to look, and fingers splay in fanned
                     direction; she will dispel the tiresome

                     play of self and other – claim to
                     claim, rhyme to spell – and obliged

                     a morality to stand firm on its
                     own two feet, despite paths that

                     lead in ribbons and head of open fire

 

through the portals hung in space from Strange Tales #s 126 & 127, by Lee & Ditko

 

 

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Dr Strange wormhole: “The Lady from Nowhere”
identity wormhole: just one, open, nerve,
looking wormhole: let it all go
obligation wormhole: true nature
others wormhole: even / a second
path wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in
play wormhole: Jericho
space wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
thought wormhole: time

 

the 19th century

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19th century, 2016, 5*, balcony, black, blue, death, evening, halo, head, portrait, profile, purple, sitting, smile, walls, white, windows, wood

                even into her later years
                the 19th century sat in the
                darkening room with dark wood
                furniture long into the evening

                on warm nights you could
                see her profile and slight-etched
                smile between the balcony railings
                and all the height of window and

                coving above her sometimes-
                nodding head; when she died
                she left a chalk-purple and dark-
                blue halo on the bare white walls

                glistening sometimes
                where her black cap used to be

 

 

 

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black wormhole: gone black
blue wormhole: magnificent salad
death wormhole: cut while you’re ahead/cut while you’re a thread – poewieview #35
evening wormhole: AT-tennnnnnnn – waitfrit waitfrit – SHUN!
purple wormhole: the purple mist between
sitting wormhole: moment
smile wormhole: and smile / like a bud
walls wormhole: coagulating
white wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Simon Upon The Downs
windows wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
wood wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing

 

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

 

 

 

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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:

 

Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – moment

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                moment

                when the day is done and the green is brown
                and shadow is the deeper purple, and when
                the earth gives up its warmth to the stars, I
                walked one evening, direction of Jupiter to the
                darkening east, while the nightjar echoed empty fields

                I stood where smaller noises become: dusk
                to night, the tethered bull, the calf’s raised head,
                the creaking elms, whispers above, stems below,
                depths of space; silence; was it Selene within
                the lap of dusk or the white barn owl, that

                blackened or, then, silver-plated, the night
                with a quietude that freed me from the tired eyes
                of day to reverie while the planet turned; morning –
                it is half past five when I start the milking,
                I arrive beforehand with the spaciousness of valley

                where breezes end and leaves are still and
                no longer conscious of breath and vale; a thought
                is born, from one come two, coruscating within
                seconds, each one nearer to the vertex of
                ultimate truth; the stars in their patterns

                out of time; questions asked and answered at
                accelerating rate, brutal logic ceding to the
                preceding cause – reversal of effect; but the pace
                is too much, I flounder and sink as I lose
                momentum; but I have brushed the grey curtain

                aside and my cup runneth over as the Left hand
                lifts the veil on the eastern horizon we are reborn
                with the stripling day; no energy lost, just changed;
                the air is scented green along the unused road,
                within a mother’s arms again

 

read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment

 

 

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air & black & evening & time & white wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
breathing & sound wormhole: “Darling” – poewieview #28
breeze & brown & curtains & field & green & grey & horizon & leaves & moon & mother & night & purple & silence & silver & space & stars & thought wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
dream wormhole: bavardage
echo wormhole: constant hummm
emptiness wormhole: more than effigy
eyes & shadow wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
morning wormhole: one day / in 1956
roads wormhole: tired
walking wormhole: with endless love

 

“Darling” – poewieview #28

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1971, 2016, agenda, Batman, Bowie, breathing, Frank Miller, head, identity, Joker, lightning, society, sound, storm, talking, the Dark Knight Returns, tv

                                after the storm
                                KRAKKK

                                talking heads
                                bickered about

                                dodging each
                                others’ agendas

                                on institution
                                tvs, when the

                                Joker breathed
                                “Darling”

 

oh, God, I could do better than thaat, Queen Bitch, 1971

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

 

 

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1971 & Bowie wormhole: ‘on second thought …’ – poewieview #27
Batman wormhole: my / superpower
breathing wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – the soft canticle of the gourds:
identity wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
lightning wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
society wormhole: 1964
sound wormhole: tired
storm wormhole: first Spring storm
talking wormhole: fine
tv wormhole: To my Mum

 

de Boeddha // of light

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2014, Amsterdam, being, body, Buddha, compassion, doing, Enlightenment, giving, head, lifetimes, light, sentient beings, silence, time

 

 

 

                                                                                   de Boeddha

                                                     both clean and smooth
                                                     but wears limb and body
                                                     nonchalant and draping
                                                     sheer from head to toe
                                                     all ripples to behold
                                                     and wafting slight and
                                                     silent from time to times
                                                     through naked need

                                     of light

 

 

 

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being wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
Buddha wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
compassion wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
doing wormhole: exactly equal
giving wormhole: it is complete
lifetimes & silence & time wormhole: mauve / night
light wormhole: Railway Crossing, c. 1922-23

 

the peculiar continuum of trains

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2013, Belgium, coffee, embarrasment, head, language, magazine, passing, reading, smile, train, voices

 

 

 

                the peculiar continuum of trains

                                working
                                haltingly
                through the language of a
                short histoire de cunnilingus
                in a French magazine –

                                well it was there! –

                from over my shoulder
                I am asked if I would like
                some more coffee, oh –
                shortest of pauses magdown –
                                yes, please …

                I place my cup on her tray she pours
                two thirds full I add a drop of milk
                … thank you, she continues down
                the aisle a smile warmly bathed
                through the back of her head

 

 

 

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coffee wormhole: start where / you are II
passing wormhole: House by the Railroad, 1925
reading wormhole: Black Rook / in Rainy Weather
smile wormhole: recline
train wormhole: dream 230315
voices wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven

 

I do

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2013, air, breathing, Carol, conservatory, head, heat, home, legs, love, marriage, open, phone, portrait, speech, toes, water, white, windows, work

                                     she comes home
                           from work she downs a pint
                           of warm water then down
                           come the linen trousers and
                           off comes the blouse and straight
                           into the conservatory with a
                           whole day’s stored heat
                           window open on the settee
                           legs up on the arm – ahh,
                           the leggies needed that! –
                           in her white panties and vest
                           and her soft skin out breathing the heat
                           she turns her handsome head to me –
                           toes stroking and flexing the air –
                           ‘can I ask you something …
                           will you get me the phone?’
                           and I do

 

 

 

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air wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
breathing wormhole: wriving
Carol wormhole: I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command
conservatory wormhole: heirloom – break / after heavy shower
love wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out
open wormhole: good session
speech wormhole: escape from Flat Planet
water wormhole: dream 260713
white wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
windows wormhole: open window
work wormhole: truly invisible

 

great underbelly to the rooftops

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2014, buildings, city, eyes, Fantastic Four, hands, Have, head, Jack Kirby, landscape, life, living room, rain, rooftops, silhouette, sky, speech, Stan Lee, technology, windows

 

 

 

                                   while domestic snap and banter
                                   fits within the landscape of living room

                                   some break off to stand silhouetted and
                                   rain-streaked by the windows and

                                   high apartments until a hand of rock
                                   holds the griddled gathering of civic plan

                                   clear-skyed and clear-eyed beneath
                                   all fiery scan and catastrophe “so long

                                   as men feel the end can justify the means
                                   … the fools!   The blind unwitting fools!”

                                   where all about heads become regal and
                                   all feature and thought become arrays of pin

                                   and needle protruding as face, then
                                   there is need for technology to soar

                                   great underbelly to the rooftops

 

askance from Fantastic Four #s 102-103 (September-October 1970), Marvel, plot: Stan Lee; storytelling & art: Jack Kirby & John Romita

 

 

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buildings wormhole: Kirby’s landscapes
city & rooftops & sky & windows wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
eyes wormhole: Christmas
hands wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
Have wormhole: sometimes
life wormhole: ‘the blues shifted …’
living room wormhole: blue and green / a l l s o r t s
rain wormhole: ‘“Never,” said the Sandman; / he blinked …’
silhouette wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
speech wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak

 

Kirby’s landscapes

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'scape, 2014, bridge, buildings, fashion, gold, haiku, hair, head, iron, Jack Kirby, Manhattan, pavement, people, reaching, river, roads, rooftops, seeing, shadow, sky, stone, streets, trees, vertical

 

 

 

                                  Kirby’s landscapes

                                 among the street trees
                           and trouser shadows people
                              struggle with fashion

                                           but few look to the
                           rooftops where the reach of arm
                                can span neighbourhoods

                              and monuments, stacked
                           to pinnacle bricked to stand,
                              the lens is mistrust-

                                         worthy – the shift of
                           golden hair – between the streets
                                and blocks of façade

                            where bridges raise the
                           access, lower the canyon
                            to the river that

                                        knows no busy-ness
                           ranged wide along its banks and
                               harbours, failure to

                            see this tips buildings
                           beyond the vertical, you
                            cannot have angle

                                  on a pavement on
                           a road, elegant stonework
                              curling ironwork

                                     won’t allow it while
                           the hats of heads vie with sky
                              line, you see, billboards

                                           and water towers
                           have been made redundant but
                                they had class and style

 

most of the images for this were reaped and harvested from The Fantastic Four #95, February 1970; plot: Stan Lee; art and storytelling: Jack Kirby; it was only after I put the finishing touches to the ‘billboards’ and ‘water towers’ in the last stanza that I realised it was all ABOUT Jack Kirby; have a lookit: this; and, maybe, also … this:

 

 

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bridge wormhole: dream / 150599
buildings & sky wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak
gold wormhole: Christmas
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘the blues shifted …’
hair wormhole: knees
Manhattan wormhole: introducing / the stranger
people wormhole: smiling
river & shadow & streets wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
roads wormhole: bass and piano
rooftops wormhole: never there
seeing wormhole: Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
stone wormhole: the precision // the gentleness // and / the letting go
trees wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114