{reading right to left}

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1871, 2018, 9*, autumn, blue, brown, chimney stacks, chimneys, confusion, Crystal Palace, damp, dark, decline, draft, drifting, fire, flag, flagpole, garden, gas, high, London, passing, people, Pissarro, progress, reading, sand, shrub, sky, smoke, society, streetlamp, streets, Sydenham, the British Empire, wind

The Crystal Palace, London, 1871

                deep eaves in Sydenham the
                chimney stacks raised high

                to draw the draft – splendid
                in counter – front-garden shrubbery

                left tangled to riot and dampened
                from autumn, seems stuck in

                foreboding brown conflagration;
                the clean stroke of streetlamp

                under sandened sky will not
                be sullied by slimey gas until

                after dark – controlled, controlled blue –
                but, we read in the right direction:

                look, the flag from some
                turgic land of the Empire swaves

                away from its pole – the dirty
                heavens cry – the dwarfed

                chimneys, here, their smoke of
                coke and belch drift

                in the same direction conjuring
                transparent edifice where mens’

                seriousness loom in smudged
                silhouette, foreboding to behold,

                and others scuttle about the
                bright, wide street coming

                and crossing in all direction –
                pushchairs and carriages to hold

 

The Crystal Palace, London, 1871 by Camille Pissaro

 

 

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autumn wormhole: La Route de Louveciennes, 1870
blue & society & streets wormhole: on facing the Have
brown & wind wormhole: SPRING AND ALL I by William Carlos Williams
garden wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
London & sky wormhole: London, 1809
passing wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XI by William Carlos Williams
people wormhole: only
reading wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych

 

city streets

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'scape, 2015, 3*, city, clouds, Eastbourne, glasses, high, Spring, streets, sun, wonder

                ah, the wonders
                of tinted glasses
                facing fresh into

                spring sun and
                gilded cloud
                high as city streets

 

 

 

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city wormhole: glide
clouds wormhole: low afternoon
Eastbourne wormhole: still
glasses wormhole: impressionism
Spring wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – On Doing Nothing
streets wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
streets wormhole: Bexhill 140215

 

vastly

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'scape, 2013, 4*, blue, disappearance, grey, high, house, mist, sky

                high high
                mist-grey

                slowly
                turns the

                cold blue
                grey

                exhaust
                from the

                central
                heating

twists and furls up the side of the house and then
completely

                and                                vastly
                disappears

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: open window
grey wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
house wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
mist wormhole: 1968 – orange sand and mauve mist
sky wormhole: Open – All – Ours

 

that comicbookshop … // … in dreams

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1960s, 2015, 8*, anxiety, bay window, black, childhood, collecting, comics, doing, doors, dream, Edward Hopper, eyes, floorboards, frustration, grey, heart, high, hill, labyrinth, lemon, life, lifetimes, lino, message, moon, morning, numbers, path, pipes, Plumstead, power, reaching, searching, shadow, shops, sky, smell, society, streets, sycamore, Thames, universe, walls, windows, Woolwich, wormhole, writing

that comicbookshop …

where the sidestreets meet together off the highstreets
under slanting shadows down the rear pipework of façades and blackened window
from so much higher up than could never concern us it’s frightening,
the morning after Hopper’s Nighthawks,
is closing down

the ones I try to get to when I find myself done in town
(right after the frustration of trying to get somewhere or the anxiety of trying to
get away from somewhere that always follows me) but never arrive at;
I make my various ways there, I know the routes
like the back of my hand

the ones with warped door stuck at the top or stuck at the bottom
(will the glass pane hold), with step onto lino once lemon and grey with hope
now one with the floorboards sagging under warren of backrooms (forgotten lifetimes
wormholes everywhere) to the pulp of paper and number for finding,                
are closing down; I

should have patronised them more, I suppose;
`still haven’t found that second issue, that elusive fourth, and the stacks
just kept on sliding: lettering and universes pressing their skies and moons into my eyeball
but I couldn’t keep up with them, blinked too soon, have to get on,
things to do, places to be

it’s having a sale, clearing all stock; the sentinels stand impassive
to all find, impassive to all loss, hooded eyes on somefaraway beach;
for old times’ sake I pick some up, figures reaching stanceofopera out of panel,
maybe a sixth issue, maybe an intertextual fanzine, avoid the modern
too defined in detail, too static in marque,

and come away with stash held to heart, out
into the bustle busily in all direction, weak indication and giant message
I’ll work my way uphill by quiet sidestreet past high walls holding sycamores and
bay windows over the river home to catalogue my finds like a labyrinth and
plot their weave like a stanza

… in dreams

 

 

 

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anxiety & searching wormhole: pocket
black & shops wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
childhood & life wormhole: alighted
comics wormhole: ah … // oh … // meanwhile … // … // tha ya ta …
doing & dream & lifetimes wormhole: comfy
doors wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
Edward Hopper wormhole: El Palacio, 1946
eyes wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
grey & morning & Plumstead & shadow & sky & streets wormhole: faintly apricot air?
lemon wormhole: 1967
moon wormhole: the too big moon
path wormhole: Clea
power wormhole: the skyline
smell wormhole: 1967
society wormhole: this sodden land
Thames wormhole: time
walls wormhole: familiasyncopation
windows wormhole: open window
Woolwich wormhole: up on the hill
writing wormhole: writing: // in turn

 

a crack of lightning / in the dark of night

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2016, 7*, arc, architecture, axle, beach, belly, Bodhichitta, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, buoyancy, centre, choice, connection, dark, emptiness, eyes, gesture, high, lightning, mind, mouth, night, opening, pattern, phantom, pillars, porticos, posture, samsara, shadow, shallow, shame, Shantideva, show, silence, sky, speech, true nature, twilight, uncaused, universe, waves, world

                                a crack of lightning
                                in the dark of night

                                the world casts eyes
                                downwards bullied

                                by the dirty phantoms
                                of obligèd choice with

                                pillars and porticos
                                deep and high across

                                the silent sky like an
                                end of age crepuscule

                                gathering ténèbres,
                                all while the mind revolves,

                                empty to the universe about,
                                empty at the centre of

                                the mighty axle of
                                uncaused leave to turn,

                                when through the merest
                                gesture of pouvoir, an

                                imperturbable shift of
                                posture, a disclosure, is

                                opened and cracks
                                across the sky – the

                                phantoms cannot dully
                                sustain their buoyant

                                suspension – they arc
                                and connect in frantic

                                pattern showing
                                everything like bellies

                                of incestual shame and
                                mouths too small to think

                                to talk; “no more” they
                                wail, leaning into their

                                true nature like shallow
                                waves on a long beach

 

from Bodhisattvacharyavatara by Acharya Shantideva, chapter one, verse five

 

 

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architecture & mind & sky wormhole: reaching branchbeach wormhole: development
Bodhichitta wormhole: – sigh! –
emptiness wormhole: the policies came to nothing
eyes wormhole: 1964
mouth wormhole: too late:
night wormhole: work
posture wormhole: impressionism
samsara wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
shadow wormhole: Drug Store, 1927
silence & speech wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – the soft canticle of the gourds:
twilight wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
waves wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – introdepthion
world wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25

 

don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18

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'scape, 2016, Bowie, eyes, glamour, green, high, lantern, life, light, looking, moon, muse, port, purple, red, sky, sound

                                     high over skies
                                     the dark port
                                     edges purple,

                                     with wooden
                                     plate the moon
                                     becomes green,

                                     the red lantern
                                     shines no light –
                                     the only glam-

                                     our of our life –
                                     just don’t look
                                     at her eyes

 

found under the clunk of Buzz the Buzz, 1970, and the clatt-errrrrrrrrrr of Amsterdam, 1970

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

 

 

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Bowie & muse & sky wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
eyes wormhole: really
green wormhole: bamboo-green boiled sweet / with soft purple filling
life wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
light & moon wormhole: early evening
looking wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
purple wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
red wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
sound wormhole: opening

 

opening

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'scape, 2013, allowing, architecture, art, bay window, being, finding, found, grey, high, Italianate, marble, open, opening, piano, searching, Sevenoaks, shape, sky, sound, Spring, stucco, suburbia, Victorian houses, windows

                                the art to finding
                                is not in the searching
                                but in the allowing

                                or opening to what
                                is to be found as spring
                                sounds like bay windows,

                                stucco, and Italianate
                                overhang of a late
                                Victorian villa under

                                high-marble grey sky in
                                suburban Sevenoaks from
                                which the faint idle

                                tinklings of a piano
                                shape through a let-open
                                window

 

 

 

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allowing wormhole: my life / of others
architecture wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
being wormhole: becoming
grey wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
open wormhole: Grizedale College
piano wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
searching wormhole: thick thick fog
sky & windows wormhole: stacked
sound wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
Spring wormhole: 50 mph
Victorian houses wormhole: gotcha