magnetic field

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2013, 4*, attention, being, doing, field, Jon, poem, radio, sitting, talking to myself, time, traffic, windows, writing

 

 

 

                           magnetic field

                           dropped Jon off;
                           tried sitting a little –

                           too much traffic and radio
                           through the window

                           I’ve got about 20 minutes
                           to get a poem off –

                           look around but there is
                           nothing that draws my

                           filings up, only plenty
                           to pull my attention

                           left right and around
                           so I suppose t/here

                           is the starting point
                           as well as the full stop

 

 

 

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attention & radio wormhole: nothing to say
being wormhole: Elektra
doing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – On Doing Nothing
field wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – from arm to nature, doing nothing
Jon wormhole: Jon
sitting wormhole: my seat // now
talking to myself wormhole: ashramas
time wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – mmpph’
windows wormhole: weight of high sash windows – poewieview #33
writing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Olly

 

Jon

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2015, birch, birds, blue, father, grey, Jon, nose, outside, silhouette, silver, sky, son, trees, woodland, work

                                              Jon

                                              but
                                he was right
                to take the Old Dog out to the woods
                                after work
                                shut me out a little
                                while he forages for something or other

                                              while
                                I lean among the silver birch
                                and join the birds with
                cold ears and running nose and greet the blueing sky
                                cold grey and held with silhouettes

 

Jon is my second son; he practises foraging for naturally available foods and sometimes takes me out if I look like I need it …

 

 

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birch & silver wormhole: and that’s where I are
birds wormhole: suddenly fly off again
blue wormhole: first Spring storm
father wormhole: mauve
grey wormhole: up on the hill
Jon wormhole: Luisenplatz
silhouette wormhole: keep the light off
sky wormhole: tabla
trees wormhole: red ink
work wormhole: through

 

Luisenplatz

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2014, Carol, Darmstadt, Jon, Monday, orange, passing, people, pink, politics, rain, sky, Sunday

 

 

 

                                Luisenplatz

                as people squint past after Sunday’s rain
                                on a clean Monday morning under cloud glare
                                wide as the sky
                and Jon noticed the success of the right in the
                                European Elections
                                on his phone
                Carol frowned – softened by the neat orange shirt
                                and pink coat – at the Krishna devotee’s
                                beautifully hanging dhoti

 

 

 

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Carol wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
Jon wormhole: they find their life growing together –
orange & Sunday wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
passing wormhole: the utter beauty of giving when receiving
people wormhole: movement
pink wormhole: corroboration
politics wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
rain wormhole: oh-pen too
sky wormhole: the long road

 

they find their life growing together –

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2014, architecture, Darmstadt, earth, field, forest, growth, Jon, life, love, passing, plants, population, portrait, relationship, Sara, society

 

 

 

                                   Sara is sited in
                           the slow growth and diurnal movement
                                          from the earth
                                   cultivating her relationships
                                   wide as a field

                           Jon reads the mechanisms of decline
                                   in the architecture of passing population
                                          finding love
                                   in clean and forest plant

                                   they find their life growing together –
                                          field into forest
                                          forest into field

 

 

 

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field wormhole: “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”
Jon wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
life wormhole: my fidgety self
love wormhole: HPB
passing wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
society wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)

 

tag cloud poem IV – C

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2014, being, birds, blue, career, Carol, cars, Castleton, cat, child, childhood, city, clouds, coffee shop, combe end, comics, communication, compassion, compromise, conservatory, crane, Crowborough, curtains, doing, evening, Germany, hills, house, hyperbole, Jon, life, mauve, olive, purple, sound, Spring, stone, streets, summer, sun, tag cloud poem, time, town, traffic

 

 

 

C is gridlocked in a
career of her own driving
stuck like so many cars winding their way through small hill-town high streets
            (Castleton in the summer where
             everybody wants their Blue John stone
             to remember that they have seen the hills)

                                                      … but a cat
            is always a pet and will search for the warmest spot in a house
and a pet is always a child searching for the evidence that they exist
                           and a child can only belong to a childhood
                                          already passed

                                          the city
            stays where it is – high and low – the
            clouds pass behind – fast and slow – the
            coffee shop ‘chinks’ and clutters all day
the curtains are drawn all up combe end in the evening in the suburbs

                           even in the city of comics
            the streets are mauve and purple (where the traffic makes the facades dirty oliveblue)
            where communication is declarative and desperate and
            compassion is hyperbolic and demonstrable
but the compromise must ever be invisible and unnoticed otherwise
            everything grinds to the self-conscious stop
                                          that ‘we built this city …’ to escape

            here in the conservatory
she lays in her favourite place and looks for a message from the son that moved to Germany
            the first of the Spring sun brings the reply like a silent crane
                           birds busily network all over Crowborough
                                         we have no curtains to draw here

 

 

 

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being wormhole: no quota too empty / no fate to fulfil
birds wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
blue & childhood & life & time wormhole: time
C wormhole: dream 040198 / Eglinton Hill
career wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
cars wormhole: 1963
Castleton wormhole: let
cat wormhole: existence
child wormhole: Beresford Square: // it’s alright it’s alright
city wormhole: Knapps
clouds wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
coffee shop wormhole: tired
combe end & evening & house wormhole: star / through the kitchen / window
comics & sound wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
communication wormhole: the Lamp
compassion wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance
compromise wormhole: The Future of Teaching: performance or capability (‘oh, not ‘teaching’ then?’)
conservatory wormhole: across the room / through the patio doors / through the conservatory windows / at the bottom of the garden / the still bifurcated trunk of / the oak / before the let-grown hair and fringes / of the fir tree / blown every lifetime in a while by the winter sun // actually
crane wormhole: 1996 dream
Crowborough wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
curtains wormhole: rear attic / bedroom
doing & hills & streets wormhole: the edges of my reach
Jon wormhole: losing the anxiety
mauve wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
olive wormhole: still there?
purple wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
Spring wormhole: coffee shop
stone wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
sun wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again

 

losing the anxiety

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2012, 5*, books, bookshop, Brighton, growth, Jon, life, searching, son, speech, walking

 

 

 

                           ‘just be an ordinary Joe’ said Jon
                           when I was explaining that
                           I was losing the anxiety
                           of searching for hidden treasure
                           in bookshops and reading
                           in collecting books-I-will-read
                           for decades on the shelf
                           in forcing myself to finish books
                           that have become numb
                           searching and searching
                           for the vindicating angle
                           of my whole life

                           he didn’t listen to the part of me
                           ‘losing it’ but then again
                           I didn’t fully acknowledge
                           the anxiety I was losing

                           he was more right

 

 

 

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books wormhole: Bonus Books
bookshop wormhole: ‘in the bookshop …’
Brighton wormhole: satisfaction / looking down / – ‘good parent
life wormhole: satis faction
Jon wormhole: Jonathon
searching wormhole: coffee shop / inculcation
speech wormhole: smalltown / Derbyshire
walking wormhole: holiday

 

Jonathon

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1999, 4*, haiku, Jon, portrait, speech, writing

 

 

 

                                                         Jonathon: “it don’t
                                              rhyme, it’s meant to be about
                                                bellies and jellies.”

 

 

 

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haiku(esque) wormhole: autumn
Jon wormhole: Jonathon
speech wormhole: 16
writing wormhole: 9:05

 

Jonathon

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1996, 4*, green, Hillside, Jon, portrait, red, speech, yellow

 

 

 

                                              Jonathon

                      crouched over the

                      red green and
                      yellow Brio

                      scattered about
                      the floor

                      screeches

                      to his brother
                      in the other

                      room “No
                      you cannot use my

                      walkie-talkie!”

 

 

 

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green & red wormhole: weekend
Hillside wormhole: Charlotte
Jon wormhole: Charlotte
yellow wormhole: eldorado

 

Charlotte

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1995, 4*, Charlotte, Hillside, Jon, portrait, speech, stairs

 

 

 

                                   Charlotte

                     a helium-
                     expelled

          just six-year-old

                                   grunt

                     half-way up the
                     stairs with her

          best twang, “I’m – ungh –

                     just trying to bring Jonny
                     upstairs
                     he’s broken his mouth.”

 

 

 

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Charlotte & Jon wormhole: dream
Hillside wormhole: tired
speech wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”

 

dream

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'scape, 2011, 5*, Allen Ginsberg, blue, bus, cars, Charlotte, cream, Eglinton Hill, growth, Jon, Joseph, London, morning, Nan, passing, portrait, roads, talking to myself, writing

 

 

 

                           dream

     spent the morning
                                     visiting
            many parts of London kept noticing
     Allen Ginsberg
            on a bus
                     in a shop
                           crossing the road
            slightly hunched busy
            carrying papers in a wallet
                     maybe shopping
            ordinary tired clothes
     as I keep on seeing him
            maybe I could give him my poems
                     to look at maybe I should
            all of them all five hundred
                           no just some of them

     late afternoon            I am walking
            down Eglinton Hill melting ice-cream light
                     some satisfaction with the day and
                           cream soda
     slowly with my Nan – getting old chatting
            feels like walking with Charlotte
     ahead are cars
            one indicating right to pull out
                     another waiting just behind
                           indicating left he’ll take his place
     both waiting for another coming uphill
                           right of way complicated
            how this all happens
     another car slows downhill
            before the uphill one has still to pass
            he wants to park too but
                     he’d narrow the road cars parked
                           right and left
     he rolls further down and parks on the right
                           much more space
            opposite number 46
                           I wonder if Allen
            is in the car
                     the car is medium blue
                           a good ten years old
                                     tired but working
            filled with stuff only room for the driver I think
     yes it’s Allen getting out of the car
            does he live here
     Nan asks if Assiki is in Malta
            I don’t know but say I think so
                     Allen hears and nods yes
            as we pass – that is where Joe
                     or Jon have got to now travelling

     go on give him your poems
                     don’t walk past and pretend you’re OK
                           give them
            but I am reticent
                           because I don’t like to ask

     fracture into the breakfast room or the upper kitchen
                           cluttered full of stuff
            space for only one at the table
                           Allen has made some tea
            and sits down to turn the pages
                           of my script

 

 

 

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… part of: nan
Allen Ginsberg & writing wormhole: biography
blue wormhole: daybreak // midday
bus wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
cars & morning wormholes: looking for Lester
Charlotte wormhole: Charlotte’s / warm / hand
Eglinton Hill & roads wormhole: 1969
Jon wormhole: a night of rum
London wormhole: 1967
Nan wormhole: Initiation
passing wormhole: ‘how ‘do
talking to myself wormhole: and no one would know