Saturday – poewieview #3

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'scape, 1965, 2016, boundary, Bowie, evening, green, grey, heart, lamp post, light, octave, park, pavement, pointlessness, possibility, red, Saturday, space, station, travelling, waiting, walking

                Saturday

                                green acres with no boundary
                                level with the pavement and
                                octaves of grey lamp posts alongside
                                to walk deepening heart;

                                until the red-wallpaper evening
                                in poor light, when it all seems
                                futile again, waiting to traverse
                                that distance from the cubic planes of the cold station

 

filtered through: That’s Where My Heart Is, 1965; I Want My Baby Back, 1965; Bars of the County Jail, 1965; You’ve Got a Habit of Leaving, 1965; Baby Loves That Way, 1965; I’ll Follow You, 1965; Glad I’ve Got Nobody, 1965; That’s A Promise, 1965; Can’t Help Thinking About Me, 1965

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

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: poessay X: soul love
evening & green & walking wormhole: sixty four sixty five
grey & red wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
light wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
park wormhole: “King …”
pointlessness wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
Saturday wormhole: hint
space wormhole: gotcha
travelling wormhole: train journey // like a branch
waiting wormhole: bougainvillea

 

“walking …”

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'scape, 2013, afternoon, Birmingham, blue, Bournville, city, green, grey, housing estate, lamp post, rain, sky, steel, sunset, walking

 

 

 

                           walking
                     in the afternoon
                     after the rain
                along the green in the housing estate
                     above the city

                     a single
                grey lamp post rose into the steel blue sky
                     but was not yet alight
                     where the sun had
                     already set

 

 

 

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afternoon wormhole: Sunday afternoon
blue & city & green wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
grey wormhole: clouds
lamp-post wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
rain & sky wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
sunset wormhole: Compartment C, Car 193, 1938
walking wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons

 

Christmas lights / around the lamp post

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'scape, 2004, being, buildings, bus, Christmas, corner, lamp post, light, morning, shops, streets, sun, traffic lights, Woolwich, yellow

 

 

 

                                Christmas lights
                                around the lamp post

                                for no apparent reason
                                the block of offices

                                overhangs
                                the street, at the corner

                                the traffic light at yellow,
                                the 291 turning right into the morning sun

                                low on the morning shops
                                between office blocks

 

 

 

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being wormhole: ‘stunted trees …’
buildings wormhole: the breath of London
bus wormhole: after the storm
Christmas wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
light wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
morning wormhole: Chop Suey, 1929
shops & streets wormhole: 08:55
sun wormhole: clouds
traffic lights wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
Woolwich wormhole: currency: / assent for statement – / ‘smakin’alivvin’
yellow wormhole: like butterflies on / buddleia

 

cloud

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'scape, 2013, adults, air, blue, car park, childhood, clouds, Crowborough, lamp post, life, North Downs, realisation, rooftops, shadow, sky, streets, town

 

 

 

                           cloud

                           out
                     into the car park
                     high in the town
                     high in the Weald
                     under a blue wide sky

                shadows from the lamp posts
                hang across the air and

                     looking past the roof
                     tops of the high street
                     I couldn’t see the
                     North Downs anymore

                like the childhood realisation
                that all adults have a job in life

 

 

 

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air & realisation wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
blue wormhole: a cup of tea, gov
childhood & rooftops & sky wormhole: 1964
clouds wormhole: sunny morning
Crowborough wormhole: cold wind
life wormhole: tag cloud poem VII – form new freedom:
shadow wormhole: Bat-Shadow
streets wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
town wormhole: deeper

 

snow

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2012, attention, awareness, being, bookshop, growth, identity, lamp post, life, pointlessness, posture, sitting, snow, streets, windows, writing

 

 

 

                                              snow

                when I try to sit for thirty minutes
lazy in posture lost in attention
                                I feel good nevertheless
because usually once
                at least once
                                probably all the time if I could out my att-
                I’ll find a nugget of pure awake
amidst all the silent posture and focus
                                and labyrinth of small rooms
                                              back and back in the endless book shop

                and later when I stand at the window
                and watch the snow under the lamp post
drive a sheet across everything in the street
                                I realise what a stranger I have been
                                to myself

                I have sat at my book
                                I have stood at the window
                many times in my life
                                I have felt an adrenalin at my core
when I have found what I must be
                                              the relief the plans the vindication …
                this pointlessness            this nothingness of landscape
                                              this enemy
                is put at bay
                                is put in abeyance

                                but ‘what I should be’
                there is the stranger
                                              my pointlessness is my closest friend
                I have been getting it all wrong
I should not ‘be’ anything

                                I should embrace the sheet the fold
                the stop and suspend awhile
                the stick and settle of each moment
as it covers the whole street
                                              no claim
                                but the whole gain

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: thar she perched
awareness wormhole: my job
being & identity & sitting & writing wormhole: I am the / luckiest man alive
bookshop wormhole: losing the anxiety
lamp-post wormhole: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute
life wormhole: clouds
pointlessness wormhole: here
posture wormhole: when I sit I am the posture
snow wormhole: Saturday
streets wormhole: 1965
windows wormhole: con / firm

 

The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute

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'scape, 1973, 2012, 5*, America, birds, black, blue, brother, emergence, Genesta Road, glass, hill, Joe Walsh, lamp post, lemon, mist, morning, pine, rain, red, roof, snow, sparrows, streets, The Old Grey Whistle Test, trees, walls, wood

The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973), Joe Walsh & Barnstorm

 

 

 

                      tribute

                      my brother ordered
                      the smoker you drink
                      the player you get by mail
                      all the way from america
                      to genesta road
                      when he was eleven
                      with his pocket money

and brought wooden glass walls and doors   raindrops in wheat stalks      fine chiselled filigree on the stained snuff box      misty plains and misty textures      a furl of mist stealing round the corner by the iron black lamp post into the lemon-blue morning      the anticipation of snow through the full-length frosted-glass door      reaching the top of the hill watching the blue veins through the streets like waves      birdsong twist in the trees somewhere behind the red-tiled roof ridge      wrapped-snare quarter fills      sparrow-call uphill in a pine tree amplified by the whole hill      relaxed rejoinders to the la-la-la la’s strolling over the woods back to the house

                      which didn’t just
                      walk up those steps
                      to the front door
                      by themselves
                      and all because
                      he’d caught a
                      silent glimpse of it
                      on the old grey
                      whistle test

                      I should have paid more attention to him

 

 

 

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1973 wormhole: 1973
birds wormhole: coffee shop
black & wood wormhole: radio
blue wormhole: only
emergence wormhole: 1970 // just now
Genesta Road wormhole: wakey wakey / time to get up
glass wormhole: there
lemon wormhole: portrait
hills wormhole: Bonus Books
lamp-post wormhole: “bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”
mist wormhole: ”please me very kind with your practice …’
morning wormhole: ‘8:30 kitchen …’
pine wormhole: ‘under the orange streetlamp the …’
rain wormhole: 11:50 pm
red wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better
roof wormhole: looking
snow wormhole: thawing
sparrows wormhole: all at / once
streets wormhole: gotcha
trees wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
walls wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better II

 

“bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”

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2011, 5*, autumn, being, childhood, evening, identity, lamp post, leaf, maple, night, Plumstead common

 

 

 

                                                                      “bring in as many
                                                                        different kinds of leaf
                                                                        as you can find”

                                                      early autumn evening
                                                      becoming dark on Plumstead
                                                      Common I finish by finding
                                                      a really big maple leaf
                                                      and the possibility of find
                                                      in the cooling light under a
                                                      lamp post where the
                                                      day colours turn dark
                                                      and the night colours
                                                      stain lurid and I have made
                                                      the discovery myself
                                                      I have found myself
                                                      I have found I can build
                                                      myself discovering

 

 

 

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autumn wormhole: autumn
being wormhole: ‘I should never want for something to write …’
childhood wormhole: phantom / stranger
evening wormhole: ruddy pink
identity wormhole: poessay IV
lamp-post wormhole: midnight
leaves wormhole: ‘thinking things through …’
night wormhole: the Eiffel Tower

 

midnight

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'scape, 1980, 4*, blood, blue, divorce, feet, grey, lamp post, night, pavement, pink, streets

 

 

 

          midnight

     the
     blue
     van
     glided
     across
     the grey
     street –

     little pink feet pattered through
          his mind –

     under the lamp post
     blue blood diluted the pavement

 

 

 

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part of >>> through the crash
blue & streets wormhole: ‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’
divorce wormhole: ‘big cheeky smile …’
grey wormhole: ‘”plink” …’
lamp-post wormhole: … Saturday arrived
night wormhole: watching / the mind / breathing
pavement wormhole: lifetime
pink wormhole: window open

 

… Saturday arrived

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'scape, 2007, 4*, Bonus Books, bookshop, comics, emergence, grey, hill, lamp post, market, mist, Saturday, sky, sun, tertön, trees, windows, Woolwich

 

 

 

                                … Saturday arrived

                                descend the hill
                      past the bay window façades
                      behind trees and lamp posts
                      rooms fitted jenga-like inside
                      shapes in and out of a block

                                depth
                                grey
                                misty
                                still

                      cold kept off
                                enough
                      by jumper scarf and sun

                      the tall wall of Woolwich Arsenal
                      the bookshop Penguins
                      the luck of market stalls
                      the single heartbeat of Bonus Books
                      past the girlie books to the comics

                stacked               chequered              dated
                bottle                  skies                      brick-logo
                headline              questions               erotic
                figures                 in passion             stances
                cowl-logo            billboard               letters

                      finding yet-earlier numbers
                                like a tertön

 

 

 

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a street corner of … Woolwich
bookshop wormhole: ‘the fresh air of holidays …’
comics wormhole: Let’s Go
emergence wormhole: 1973
grey & sky wormhole: window open
hills wormhole: green hills
lamp-post wormhole: green
mist wormhole: one day / in 1956
Saturday & Woolwich wormhole: late morning / Saturday
sun wormhole: one day / in 1956
trees & windows wormhole: ‘finished reading …’

 

green

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'scape, 2004, 4*, city, grass, green, lamp post, London, night, September

 

 

 

                                                              green

                                              you can only
                                              smell the grass
                                              in the city
                                              at night
                                              in September
                                              by a lamp post

 

 

 

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city wormhole: ‘dirty beige …’
grass wormhole: on the hill
green & lamp-post & London wormhole: late morning / Saturday
night wormhole: Ramsden Heath