tripping up to / London town

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2013, 4*, experience, identity, knowing, London, looking, lost, notice, passing, travelling, walking

                                                                               tripping up to
                                                                               London town

                                              you don’t notice
                                              what you experience until
                                              you are aware of what you know

                                                              … it’s the best way to find yourself
                                              all about town; but if you
                                look too much at

                                              what you pass you get
                                              very lost very quickly
                                              and experience     less

                well, that’s what I find
                down any route I take

 

 

 

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identity wormhole: ‘on second thought …’ – poewieview #27
London wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – introdepthion
looking wormhole: the writing’s on the wall
passing wormhole: nothing to say
travelling wormhole: constant hummm
walking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Contents

 

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life [‘n’ death] / legerdemain – poewieview #15

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2016, boundary, Bowie, death, growth, hills, immediacy, knowing, life, planets, sanity, sky, speaking

                                oh, but she had no boundaries
                the distant hills came straight for me [vague planets in the heavens], I had
                                              I had to demur
                                to keep herself sane
                to keep myself from speaking what
                                              I [did not] know, both

                                                              life [‘n’ death]
                                                              legerdemain

 

oh, Janine, 1969 [clap]; Conversation Piece, 1969 [clap], you like to know me well, but …

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

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: nothing to write
death & life wormhole: early evening
hills wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
sky wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass

 

CV

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2014, career, doing, identity, knowing, life, questioning

 

 

 

                                CV

                                                              it’s that
                                              I don’t know what it is
                                that makes it so undefinite
                                                              to know where and how
                                                                                 to start

                                              it’s that
                                I know all the answers
                that makes it so difficult to know
                                              what to do

 

 

 

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career wormhole: it is complete
doing wormhole: Detective Comics #345
identity & life wormhole: dream 260815

 

a known from without the unknown

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2014, circular poem, existence, identity, knowing, samsara, society, state, time

 

 

 

                                                             when you
                                                       even                         do not know –
                            can have an identity                               when you cannot know –
            can have a certainty and you                                    but also cannot
         of past and present and future                                      let it be known
      counterparts and doppelgängers                                     that you do not know
                       so that all your endless                               you have to state it is
 a known from without the unknown                         because you exist
                                                                         to ensure

 

 

 

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circular poem wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
identity wormhole: breathe it all / in
samsara wormhole: extrapolates
society wormhole: Batman#175
time wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love

 

words

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2012, knowing, life, meaning, thought, words, world

 

 

 

                                words

                are not to free the thoughts
                                nor to purify and clean them

                                but to know them
                                              to catch them even

                                              in the net
                                              of things
                                              webbed
                                              together
                                              through
                                              c i r c u m s t a n c e

                                                                and let them in-
                                                                form the world
                                                                in which I live
                                                                and     struggle

 

 

 

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life wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
meaning wormhole: ‘just popping down / to the shops’
thought wormhole: a splash of fresh water
words wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)
world wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness

 

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

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'scape, 2012, 7*, being, childhood, combe end, conservatory, creativity, doing, doors, fir, freedom, garden, ghosts, gold, ideas, identity, knowing, learning, life, lost, melodrama, oak, power, reading, recognition, silence, silver, sitting room, sun, thinking, time, tragedy, values, wind, windows, winter, world

 

 

 

                                              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

                                from childhood – I just don’t know
                so I learn to read a what and when
                I learn to make a how and why
                                and get so lost
every time I am blind-sided and over-ridden

                                I had
                based my identity (out
                                of ‘don’t know’)
                                on my seen and proffered
                                I had
                invested my value
                                in my take and provision

                so I become transparent
                                and even shake my chains a little
                                              every time
                                                              for such a long time now
that I sigh a tragedy and become a melodrama
                                all by myself

                actually

                I have good ideas and do some good things
                                              but they never were and never could be
                                                              me
                                I had … them
                                I created … them
                and I am ever far far quieter and wider than any local opinion or play
                                              if only I could remember that
                                              if only I could live that

                                trouble is
                the seeking validation
                the seeking confirmation that what I say and do
                                              is valid in the world

                                because
                what I think and do is valid but
                                not because
                                              and never only because
it wins a notice or purchase in the world all like the wind

                                              I have
                so much freedom and so much power in the world
                                I can think anywhere
                                              I can do anything
                                if only I did but squander it all chasing pieces of silver

                                maybe
                I’m way too polite
                                I don’t obstruct I don’t get in the way
                I keep objection to myself
the only way as a child to be of value or benefit throughout life
                                hoping someone will notice the golden silence I have to offer
                in a pathologically uninterested world

 

 

 

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being & identity & reading wormhole: only
childhood wormhole: cupboards
combe end wormhole: 3:30 am
conservatory & recognition wormhole: again
creativity wormhole: inverse superhero
doing & life wormhole: Child of Illusion
doors wormhole: the early morning of the sixties
fir & garden wormhole: dream 040198 / Eglinton Hill
ghosts wormhole: nightmare
gold wormhole: heavy shower …
learning wormhole: good / enough
oak & sitting room wormhole: ‘the next station / is Hever’
power wormhole: the way
silence wormhole: zazen in everyday life
silver wormhole: Eridge Station
sun wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
thinking & wind wormhole: through the window
time wormhole: too
values wormhole: Put service back into people rather than productivity
world wormhole: Woodbrooke labyrinth / affirmations
windows wormhole: through the window
winter wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky