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St. Ludwigskirche

01 Sunday Jun 2014

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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2014, 5*, church, Darmstadt, dove, earth, feet, glass, heaven, light, silence, sound, stillness, water

 

 

 

          St. Ludwigskirche

                                                   still
                                                   despite
the columns the creaking benches the stations and
          their modern feet

                                                   despite
the fiery stucco earth the watery brick of heaven and the
          stain glass of dove

                                                   despite
the tuts of silence the claps of alleluia and the merest
          crease of leaflet

                                                   a shaft
spreads round the holy spirit echoing and feed-backing all
          across the dome

 

 

 

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

church wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
feet wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)
glass wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
light wormhole: axis: bold as love
silence wormhole: time
sound & stillness & water wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop

 

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Birmingham / 030413

04 Thursday Apr 2013

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'scape, 2013, 7*, architecture, awareness, being, Birmingham, blue, compassion, earth, eyes, field, friendship, green, Have, heaven, identity, industry, lemon, life, lifetimes, living, mauve, olive, orange, people, portrait, roads, settling, sleep, society, streets, time, wind

                                                                                 Birmingham
                                                                                          030413

                                          long sleep

            I played with awareness going to sleep
                                                              in sleep
                           a new endeavour
                           new fields to play
                       in new fields to play in everywhere
                       in the very plainness of my life
                       in the very and every ordinariness
                                          of my compromised-‘round
                                                              life
            which I can greet now
                           with lapis highlight
                           with olive horizontal with lemon uprights

                                          ~~O~~

                           met Elizabeth after twenty years
                           hugged her held her face for long seconds
                                          in eye contact … blink
            taken through windy landscapes new architecture
                           flagged stilted overhanging built-in built over
                           experience of everything
                                          packed into one unit
            a lift that choraled ascent to heaven
                           then return to basso profundo
                           and walks under
                                          roads and rail lines and
                           brick raised artful in dustrial legacy
                                          the grip sufficient to turn the world
            passing slowly by acute-angle edges of new-office build
                           high redbrick sides of factory crumbled down
                                          from the top and day-speckled
                                                              with no insides

                                          ~~O~~

                                          looking
                           at all the people crossing
            and talking to themselves or their phones
                           to those who misstep and those called to help
                           to those who play with sex like a possession
            and those who practise dance steps by the kerbside concrete balls
                           to those who wear beauty like a halo
            and those who nose-spit on the ground
                                          like a right
                           to those who wear their years like a jawline
            and those who talk to the
                                          corners they sit in
                                          to those who
                           smile upwards with trademarked timelines
                           and all those who do not walk the streets today
                                          there is nothing
            nothing to gain no ideal to realise in all there is to Have
                           but the acceptance of what we all feign
                           to complete ourselves oblivious
                                          to our true nature

                           olive-green and mauve
                           with orange-strip sandwich filling
                           and lemon highlight décor
                           over darkest deep blue wall

 

 

 

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

awareness wormhole: in a / single / lifetime / sitting
architecture wormhole: Victorian bays / right angles and eaves
being & eyes & settling & streets wormhole: a few reflections on / keeping your cow / in a large meadow / while walking round / the streets of Horsham
blue wormhole: session
compassion wormhole: returning home
earth wormhole: ‘a walk up the path …’
field wormhole: alighting
green wormhole: school uniform
Have & society wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
identity & living wormhole: ‘I can write …’
lemon wormhole: sat
life wormhole: ‘set the controls / for the heart of the sun’
olive wormhole: thirst? / hunger?
lifetimes & time wormhole: grammar
mauve wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
orange wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp
people & sleep wormhole: tired – diptych
roads wormhole: the end
wind wormhole: morning

 

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
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    • 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
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    • U-Z together forever
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