The Dark Knight Returns (1986); writer: Frank Miller; artist: Frank Miller & Lynn Varley
earrings: left then right
static square and upright obelisk
steam across every avenue
before the silhouette architecture with grizzly coat of ornamentation
earrings: lime-olive horizontal
and block full-stop
the rabbit-chase fall below
is sudden guttural and city-wide
RMMBL
‘a flash of lightning in the dark of night’*
KRAKK
all the effortless intelligence beyond the door
beyond the wall with bat-darts
earrings: mother of pearl
pause and equals
and there he is jumping taller than a building across the only spaces left now:
the sky and the ante-room before preconception (a cowardly and superstitious lot)
the spires stand clean
in the grey-wash sky
where gothic statues acknowledge
the impossible pinion and swing
“… I have to know”**
and stone manes splay when he sees “a reflection”***
earrings: topaz pennies
one and three-dangling
and while the gently-cornered squares
talk the Worm the Bluff and the Dribble
others take the space down in the dump
where a position cannot be found
where the position cannot be resisted
no matter how young you are
no matter how strong you are in the realistic world
in all the floorboard rooms the TVs and magazines
stack positions on shelves and in refrigerators
and in wrappers multifarious in choice and option
any space here
would make everything all the more ugly
no
no
the move needs to come from
space of no choice and it can never be obvious it can never be choice
Bat-signal
bright on the side of Moloch****
stone birds from the 1930s
earrings: gone
ah, but the world grows [not] up
rather it folds over itself and regenerates
with billowed ruffles
atop old buildings
“so many smiles / so many faces / all the same”*****
“every year they grow smaller”******
earrings: vampyre’s teeth soaked
serious faces all the same
when you break too many of the important rules
you’ve acted to define yourself vindicated
you haven’t given anything
it doesn’t count
death happens by itself without design
all you have to do is let it all go –
the purpose and the self –
and you could live clean for a hundred years
* Bodhisattvacharyavatara I, 5, Shantideva (translated Stephen Batchelor): ‘Just as a flash of lightning on a dark, cloudy night / For an instant brightly illuminates all, / Likewise in this world, through the might of Buddha, / A wholesome thought rarely and briefly appears’
** Book I, P.43 & 45
*** Book I, P.47
**** Howl
***** Book III, P.25
****** Book III, P.25
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Allen Ginsberg wormhole: poetry
architecture wormhole: stranger / if we met
Batman wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
being & vindication wormhole: heavy load
birds & talking wormhole: sunny day
buildings wormhole: the edges of my reach
city wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
death & life & night & sky wormhole: … sshhh
doing wormhole: the meaning is the moment all day long
doors wormhole: walking / right into the side of the very door left / open for me
emptiness & space wormhole: wha’
faces wormhole: quest in brown
giving wormhole: practise what you doing / give what you having / breathe what you remember
grey & lime & olive wormhole: Hever
Have wormhole: shared anxiety
identity wormhole: prologue
letting go & talking to myself wormhole: … and
lightning wormhole: jagged panel
red wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
Shantideva wormhole: walking
silhouette wormhole: clouds
society wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
sound wormhole: someone called Frank
speech wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
Superman wormhole: inverse superhero
tv wormhole: Love Me Do
walls wormhole: Knapps
