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11/1 by William Carlos Williams

13 Thursday Jun 2019

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'scape, 1928, 8*, being, billboard, blue, faces, giant, lamp, moon, night, poetry, red, running, sky, speech, stars, weeds, William Carlos Williams, writing

poetry should strive for nothing else, this vividness alone, per se, for itself. The realization of this has its own internal fire that is “like” nothing. Therefore the bastardy of the smile. That thing, the vividness which is poetry by itself, makes the poem. There is no need to explain or compare. Make it and it is a poem. This is modern, not the saga. There are no sagas–only trees now, animals, engines: There’s that.

11/1     I won’t have to powder my nose tonight `cause Billie’s gonna take me home in his car–

                The moon, the dried weeds
                and the Pleiades–

                Seven feet tall
                the dark, dried weedstalks
                make a part of the night
                a red lace
                on the blue milky sky

                Write–
                by a small lamp

                the Pleiades are almost
                nameless
                and the moon is tilted
                and halfgone

                And in runningpants and
                with ecstatic, aesthetic faces
                on the illumined
                signboard are leaping
                over printed hurdles and
                “¼ of their energy comes from bread”

                two
                gigantic highschool boys
                ten feet tall

 

the billboard credo of William Carlos Williams from The Descent of Winter, 1928 by William Carlos Williams, luminary to my early wonder

 

 

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

being & night wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
blue wormhole: in turgid reflection
faces & red & stars wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I took my camera into the fields
moon wormhole: Impression of Winter: Carriage on a Country Road, 1872
poetry & writing wormhole: writening
sky wormhole: Great Bridge, Rouen, 1896
speech wormhole: Pont Neuf, Paris, 1902
William Carlos Williams wormhole: 10/30 by William Carlos Williams

 

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the start of      adolescence

05 Tuesday Apr 2016

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2009, adolescence, black, childhood, dark, Eglinton Hill, emergence, glass, identity, lamp, red, shadow, stairs

 

 

 

                        the start of      adolescence
                      red smoked-     glass shade
                        of the oil       lamp and
                        the wet-      sharp-black
                       shadow      under
                            the      already dark stairs

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: and that’s where I are
childhood wormhole: mauve
Eglinton Hill wormhole: 1963
emergence wormhole: walking through Lewes
glass wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
identity & red wormhole: first Spring storm
shadow wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
stairs wormhole: top table

 

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a light rosé

28 Friday Nov 2014

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2013, 4*, attention, awareness, books, dark, flowers, glass, lamp, mindfulness, net curtains, practice, reading, red

 

 

 

                                              the practice
                                of reading about
                mindfulness
                                in a book        I paused and looked up
                                and noticed the wine-red net curtains
                with sequined flowers floating awry
                                before the smooth-dark glass
                                              all lit from behind me by the single standing lamp
                                with which to read –

                                              a light rosé
                                              when thirsty

 

 

 

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

attention & practice wormhole: – sigh! –
awareness wormhole: a gift
books wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
glass wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
net curtains wormhole: oh-pen
reading wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
red wormhole: whirlpool

 

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mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional

19 Wednesday Feb 2014

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2014, blogging, breeze, clock, doors, flower, green, identity, lamp, lemon, life, London, mauve, meaning, net curtains, offering, openness, orange, purpose, sitting room, speech, Victorian houses, white

OK my dears, because you are my blogee friends and do me the honour of wriggling through my petites ramblings where you have probably surmised that I am a weed flowering out of a piece of neglected land by a once-brightly painted wall (of a Victorian house) in sauff-eest London, I’m going to let you all into a little secret: I am a compulsive geek, a compulsive geek-weed flower.   In my solipcistic search for a bit of point amidst all the ground … I count everything.   I’m not particularly proud of it, it doesn’t really add up to much and I am starting to sit in order to make all the counting so transparent that I’ll see right through it to the purpose I was looking for all along anyway.   But on the way I have collected (almost arthritically) a bunch of data about all sorts of things which have shaped me into the paricular flowered weed that I have become (mauve-thin thorns with white tips, deepdark green leaves at the top of the stem, and small but long petals with deep lemon edges, white middle and the thinnest blood-orange corrola and spine).   I have whole lifetimes of top 10s/20s – and more? – of word and picture and tone and image, my whole culture wrapped, bagged, ticketed and stacked into a comfy armchair in a spacious and double-faceted sitting room by a standard lamp and a ticking clock somewhere, doors open, net curtains billowing.   Slighty.   Occasionally.

So.   At the end of the day (litralee – I’m not even jokinngg-ugh) I audit my day and assign MY MEASURE of how much I got out of everything I did or how well I did it.   Or not.   The measure will only make sense to me, but they are A measure of how much I have got out of them, so I will include the numbers for your comparification (if you get that far).   Not geeky enough for you?   OK, try this on for size: I started doing this counting in 1998 and still do it?   Not even bothered yet?   I audit household work, career work, what I do for my kids, what I do for my wider family, what I do for my wife, what I do in my spiritual practice and what I do for myself at the end of every day.   Yawn?   I put all my numbers onto a spreadsheet (once I figured out what spreadsheets were) and have now got ongoing averages and charts for everything I do, hear, think and eat!   Whp-p! I saw your eyes twitch then, I’m getting to you, aren’t I (I’m sorry, but I’m on a roll now).   How about, once I settled my spreadsheet: I inserted enough rows above March 1998 all the way back to 2nd November 1959.   Yes, YES: the day I was born!   Do you see; do you see what happens when you start to listen to a geek; do you see my awful power …?   And then I retroactively filled in all the data!.   Oh, whoh; phew, sheesh – what a load off my mind; if I smoked I’d be taking a long draw at the moment – hot air through the teeth, down the throat – and holding it wondering what adjective would do justice to what just happened.

Actually, I think this confession is doing far more for me than it will ever do for anyone else.   Nevertheless I will be sharing with you some of the countings I have like a toddler sharing the stickiest boiled sweet that I’d saved in my hand just for you even though I’d scoffed the rest myself.   It’s sharing, I suppose, and it’s as sincere as a 54 year old child can be.   I’ll call them “mlewisredford’s top ten _______ !” and provide my own commentary.   I’ll store them under ‘poeviews’.   So you’d better have a wet handkerchief handy, you never know when I might proffer a little fat arm upwards with large ‘lashed eyes sincerely unwavering.

Look out, now!

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

breeze & orange wormhole: wha’
doors wormhole: tired
green & London wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
identity wormhole: I don’t think I could do it any more
leon wormhole: the library, / you know …
life & mauve wormhole: in verse / question / m a r k ?
meaning wormhole: adversely / mistaking the finger for the moon / again
net curtains wormhole: 3:30 am
openness wormhole: practising
sitting room 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
speech wormhole: inverse superhero
Victorian houses wormhole: Victorian bays / right angles and eaves
white wormhole: let

 

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the start of / adolescence

19 Saturday May 2012

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'scape, 2009, 3*, black, Eglinton Hill, emergence, lamp, red, shadow, stairs

 

 

 

                                   the start of
                                   adolescence

                                   red smoked-
                                   glass shade
                                   of the oil
                                   lamp and
                                   the wet –
                                   sharp black
                                   shadow
                                   under the
                                   stairs

 

 

 

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

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
black wormhole: 1967
Eglinton Hill wormhole: dream 290697
emergence wormhole: … Saturday arrived
red wormhole: Nag’s Head
shadow wormhole: Shunryu / Suzuki / Roshi
stairs wormhole: Charlotte

 

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watching / the mind / breathing

09 Wednesday May 2012

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2009, 4*, being, books, breathing, eyes, growth, lamp, meditation, night, seeing, sitting

 

 

 

                                                              watching
                                                              the mind
                                                              breathing

                                                in the dark –
                                                time to stop meditating –
                                                he closed his eyes and
                                                reached behind to turn
                                                on the lamp reached
                                                for his glasses picked
                                                up his book opened it
                                                to where he’d got to –
                                                ‘used to the light now
                                                he opened his eyes –
                                                but he was still blind

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: walk / in the fog
books wormhole: mild darshan
breathing wormhole: 16
eyes wormhole: ‘the red and white bollard …’
meditation wormhole: satin poem
night & sitting wormhole: ‘at night …’
seeing wormhole: I’ll just read a chapter

 

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‘at night …’

09 Wednesday May 2012

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'scape, 2009, 5*, cars, combe end, growth, hill, houses, lamp, listening, net curtains, night, open, passing, roads, silence, sitting, sound, streetlight, windows, yellow

 

 

 

                                                   at night

                                                   listening
                                                   through

                                                   the open
                                                   window

                                                   there is
                                                   no sound

                                                   the lamp is on
                                                   behind me

                                                   the net curtains fall

                                                   and there is
                                                   no sound

                                                   a distant
                                                   car pulls out

                                                   onto the
                                                   road

                                                   the yellow
                                                   streetlight bent

                                                   in the window
                                                   opposite

                                                   and there is
                                                   no sound

                                                   everything
                                                   is alright

                                                   then a car passes
                                                   uphill

 

 

 

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

cars & open & windows wormhole: 1964 – open window
combe end & passing & yellow wormhole: ‘stomping home from school …’
hills wormhole: window
house wormhole: the breath of London
listening wormhole: lifetime
night wormhole: 1971
roads wormhole: truck
silence & sitting wormhole: ‘the Buddha statues …’
sound wormhole: ‘travelled a long time …’
streetlight wormhole: ‘under the orange streetlamp the…’

 

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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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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
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    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
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    • 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
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
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