The Passage of the St. Gothard, 1804

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1804, 2018, 6*, ambition, being, clouds, doing, emptiness, feet, height, identity, leaning, path, power, realisation, space, step, striving, William Turner

                this hideous gulf
                I step into, the path

                kept too tight to the
                bulgeoning sides

                urging my center
                of balance out from

                my picky feet; out here,
                I see that now;

                futher up, that I’ll
                never make, the heights

                of terrible summit
                commit unspeakable act,

                leaning to void,
                becoming cloud

 

 

 

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being & identity wormhole: to let be
clouds wormhole: SPRING AND ALL I by William Carlos Williams
emptiness wormhole: you
feet wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
path wormhole: the balance necessary between
power wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
realisation wormhole: despite that
space wormhole: ‘streetsigns …’
striving wormhole: the both passive and transitive / non-presumptive pre-conceptualist attenuation of being

 

slightly / uphill

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2014, 5*, black, dog, downhill, eyes, garden, grass, head, house, leaning, portrait, running, Salinger, shrub, time, uphill, walls, windows

                while the shrubs and low wall
                and even the grass
                                leaned
                journeying towards the shuttered-
                window house

                                slightly
                                uphill

                Salinger lay downhill
                head locked intent into the eyes
                of the black mongrel who was
                onthepoint of running away
                                all the
                                time

 

 

 

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black wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
dog wormhole: with endless love
eyes wormhole: just
garden wormhole: while
house & windows wormhole: … vague / thunder
time wormhole: holiday
walls wormhole: every step I take

 

do I

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2013, 5*, attention, being, branches, breathing, breeze, fish, horizon, leaning, living, pigeon, questioning, seagull, shock, waves

 

                                                                    do I

                                              cast
                                              eye
                                              and heart  –   wide o’er
                                   the bob and trough
                                   the waft and wave
                                   the horizontal lean
                                   the shock and the approach
                              and then do I breathe a weave through it all like a fish,
                                              like a seagull,

                              do I?

                     do I
                                ride a breeze
                turn my feathers
                and alight a-bob on a branch to survey:
is that how I do it?

 

 

 

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attention & breathing wormhole: too greedy
being & living & waves wormhole: step
branches wormhole: municipal garden
breeze wormhole: where else
horizon wormhole: ‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’
seagull wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in

 

walk from Castleton to Hope

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'scape, 2013, 5*, beech, Castleton, field, hill, holiday, leaning, leaves, mauve, oak, passing, red, river, shadow, shape, time, walking

                walk from Castleton to Hope

                                magnificent
                oak grown into its own shape
                mid-field and backdropped
                completely over and rising
                                in hill

                                then later
                walking lightly beside the
                top leaves of the beech leaning
                effortlessly over the river from the
                                other bank

                                eventually
                up ahead out from under the shadow
                a perfect red and mauve –
                … no, a couple in their holiday
                                t-shirts

 

 

 

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Castleton wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
field & passing wormhole: prelude: // travel
holiday & leaves wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
mauve wormhole: 1968
oak wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – A Sign of the Times
red wormhole: greedy
river wormhole: south horizon
shadow wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
time wormhole: wakeoutofadream
walking wormhole: garden

 

the straight line of stones marking the geometry / of death / settle all their own levels over time to make / a new rhythm

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'scape, 2013, 6*, Castleton, death, fence, fir, grass, hills, iron, leaning, rhythm, rust, stone, time

 

 

 

              the straight line of stones marking the geometry
                   of death
              settle all their own levels over time to make
                   a new rhythm

              the iron fenced ones –
                   the rust of ages past –
              as the grasses reach up through them like
                   an array of grasses

              the stone-cross ones mottled-old like skin
                   ready to sag
              and the upright stones leaning forward to their various degrees
                   and backward like a child’s forest

              the huge upstart fir tree leans too
                   at a good 70º
              but by the flowing hills behind
                   it doesn’t seem so odd

 

 

 

                                       the church graveyard of St. Edmund’s, Castleton, Derbyshire

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Castleton wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
death wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
fir 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
grass wormhole: the edges of my reach
hills wormhole: emerged
stone 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
time wormhole: b / l / u / e / s / at a right-angle