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Tag Archives: Hulk

‘… and yet I think I am so modest: …’

30 Tuesday Oct 2018

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2018, 8*, achievement, anger, ants, arrogance, beauty, Big Issue, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, books, buying, Carol, cat, cause and effect, chrome, comics, conception, conditioned existence, dark, doing, evening, eyes, giving, glass, Hulk, human, identity, insight, isolation, kids, life, lightning, marbles, mind, modesty, night, offering, patience, perfect human rebirth, quality, shrine, standing, strangers, talking to myself, teaching, teeth, time, tin, white

                … and yet I think I am so modest:
                      I think I have gathered such quality and beauty in life,

                      all the coloured glass and marbles I offer to the shrine,
                all the Big Issues I generously buy

                all the time given to Carol and the kids,
                      to abandoned strangers, all the vistas I gave at school,

                      all the insights from comics and books, I think I
                know what’s what; I stand colossal

                      on the paving slab, so much more and in so many ways
                than the ants that circle across it,

                so much more, even, than the cat
                      that comes and uselessly rubs about my legs, I stand

                      human to the height of all achievement; all of this
                I have already destroyed

                      a thousand times over in a thousand different ways
                with even the most slight

                      annoyance (and the thing is I am always annoyed), let alone
                the hulked, mindblanked and white-eyed

                teeth and howls; when this dent,
                      this sudden crease in what looks like flimsy tin (from

                this axe from some other side) that
                      holds the calm and flow of all the cause and conditionality,

                      everything bent sharp over a refusal, that creates me adverse
                and isolated; I won’t

                      become human again for so long I’ll need
                another, far-future,

                flash of lightning
                      in the darkest of darkest nights before I’ll

                ever get another chance
                      to even conceive what’s happening to me; let’s

                ease out all these creases, let’s
                      polish all that chrome, before evening comes again

 

Bodhisattvacharyavatara, Chapter VI, beginning verses

 

 

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beauty & books & identity wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
Carol wormhole: we held cold hands
cat wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
comics wormhole: letting them go
doing wormhole: the moon, the moon
evening & eyes & white wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
giving wormhole: both modern and en-slaved / to life
glass & life & mind & time wormhole: early // Minoan & Mycenaean Exhibitions in the British Museum – diptych
lightning wormhole: ‘… plane is upright …’
night wormhole: THE GREAT FIGURE by William Carlos Williams
talking to myself wormhole: blister on me thumb
teaching wormhole: how to teach

 

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river

26 Tuesday Dec 2017

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2015, 6*, being, eye, fingers, floodlights, green, Hulk, light, night, reality, river, silhouette, sky, skyline, wharehouse, wharf, windows

                while masts bob about
                the wharfs and warehouses

                fingers that could snap
                towers like cinder toffee

                hover like another reality
                while the left eye

                questions how it came
                to this – wh’, the skyline

                turns to silhouette, a
                thousand windows hold

                dusty light, beams arc
                the night sky but find

                nothing, overlooking the
                lonely promontory on the

                river

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: looking back over the tack / and jibe of my life I / notice there is / a fetch // after all … / but certainly not / where I had planned / or where I thought / I’d been
green & light & night & river & sky & skyline & windows wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
reality wormhole: Jericho
silhouette wormhole: between

 

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my / superpower

30 Saturday Apr 2016

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2011, ambiguity, Batman, Beast, Buddhanature, Daredevil, dilemma, disempowerment, distrust, Dr Strange, emptiness, Hulk, identity, ignominy, ingenuity, insight, Kryptonite, naïveté, poem, presence, prohibition, release, Spiderman, stealth, Superman, superpower, Thor, tragedy, wisdom

 

 

my superpower

 

                                               my
                                superpower

                I am not implacable like Superman
                                              which is both my own Kryptonite
                                and my own presence

                I am not grim like the Batman
                                              which is both my own Tragedy
                                and my own wisdom

                I am not angry like the Hulk
                                              which is both my own Ignominy
                                and my own stealth

                I am not strange like Stephen
                                              which is both my own Ambiguity
                                and my own naïveté

                I am not a human god like Thor
                                              which is both my own Dilemma
                                and my own ease

                I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                                              which is both my own Disempowerment
                                and my own ingenuity

                I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                                              which is both my own Prohibition
                                and my own insight

                I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                                              which is both my own Distrust
                                and my own poem

                                no,

                                no

                                my super power
                                is far far greater
                                than all of these

 

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: early evening
Daredevil wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
disempowerment wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
Dr Strange wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
emptiness wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: need
naïveté wormhole: true nature
Superman wormhole: sit
superpower wormhole: exactly equal
Thor wormhole: song of irrelevance

 

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song of irrelevance

29 Wednesday Feb 2012

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2011, 5*, childhood, Cyclops, emergence, growth, Hulk, identity, life, morality, pointlessness, power, reality, speech, talking to myself, Thor

 

 

 

            song of irrelevance

            all the platitudes
            all the advice and truisms
            over the years sound
            more and more like
            ‘you have to be the man
            of the house now …’

            so I’d better shut up
            and get on with things
            even though they have
            all gone wrong
            shut up and do not express
            your own experience
            if you speak the final straw
            you will storm peoples’ worlds

            what power I thought later
            and what awe-full responsibility
            all these innocent people
            lost in their mirage
            all these people
            with only their mirage
            like my Mum
            all these people
            like my Mum

            and if I let out my power
            like Cyclops
            if I express my doubt
            like the Hulk
            if I showed my power
            like Thor with a god’s madness
            I would destroy everything
            around me
            and all my mothers
            would suffer the soft violence
            ‘nothing left to hold on to
            not death from the world
            but life in a destroyed world

            so I have manacled
            myself to a morality
            I will not speak I will not argue
            I will not make a play
            a hideous morality
            practised despite what I
                      would
                      say

                      what I do say
            moves deeper and deeper
            inside me covered over
            by compliance and victim

            but then – my fatal weakness –
                                I am asked what I think
            what I say what I do
                      do I answer do I shrug
I can’t help myself I respond
                                naively and inevitably
                      what I say think do
            overtly implicitly criticises
                      the Way Things Are Done

            so I am not listened to
                                I am not listened to
            this casts me completely adrift
            what I say think do
            is irrelevant
            what I feel is irrelevant
            my experience is irrelevant

            I stand by myself
            others move around
            all with their part in the drama
            to play I am irrelevant
            ‘doesn’t matter if I say
            or do anything or not

 

 

 

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childhood wormhole: ‘deep green paint of the …’
emergence wormhole: warp and weft
identity & talking to myself wormhole: I
life wormhole: vision-seeing-being
reality wormhole: wrong
speech wormhole: we play a game
Thor wormhole: biography

 

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my / superpower

26 Saturday Nov 2011

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2011, 4*, Batman, Beast, being, comics, Daredevil, Dr Strange, growth, Hulk, life, Spiderman, Superman, Thor, zazen

 

 

 

                                      my
                     superpower

            I am not implacable like Superman
                     which is my own Kryptonite
            I am not grim like the Batman
                     which is my own Tragedy
            I am not angry like the Hulk
                     which is my own Not Being Accepted
            I am not strange like Stephen
                     which is my own Ambiguity
            I am not a human god like Thor
                     which is my own Dilemma
            I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                     which is my own Shifted Agenda
            I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                     which is my own Not Being Listened To
            I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                     which is my own Distrust

                     no

            my powers are far far greater
            than any of these

 

 

 

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

Batman & comics wormhole: Batworld
being wormhole: just
life & Superman wormhole: by default
zazen wormhole: right effort

 

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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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    • Chapter 1
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    • 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
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  • index
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