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Tag Archives: Leicester

35 years ago …

25 Thursday Aug 2016

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1981, Carol, celebration, Leicester, life, love, married

… my lovely girl and I got married

________\\~~~ “C&M” ~~~//___________________________

getting married

________\\~~~ “C&M” ~~~//___________________________

please join our celebrations by looking at … 25th August 1981 Counting Upwards

 

 

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Carol wormhole: and that’s where I are
Leicester wormhole: “King …”
life & love wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34

 

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“King …”

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

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1981, 2013, Carol, cars, colour, elm, evening, green, hands, Leicester, music, openness, park, poplar, sun, traffic, UB40, walking

                                “King …”

                                hand in hand across
                                the wide-open-green park

                                the evening colours
                                of cars coming home

                                to park and the sun
                                through the poplars and elms

                                at the edges
                                “… where are your people now?”

 

 

 

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Carol & cars wormhole: dream 260713
evening wormhole: 1972
green wormhole: To my Mum
hands wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
Leicester wormhole: we still stroll there
music wormhole: city twilight
openness wormhole: between
park wormhole: Bat-Shadow
sun wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
walking wormhole: sight / seeing

 

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we still stroll there

21 Wednesday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, Carol, hands, Leicester, life, looking, love, park, streets, UB40, walking

                      (Reefer Madness)

                      from seven floors up
                      down through the
                      terraced streets we
                      approached the park
                      hand in hand

                                               and if
                      you look carefully now
                      we still stroll there

 

 

 

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C & Leicester & love & park wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
hands & walking wormhole: (Little by Little)
life wormhole: skyline / of the evenings
looking & streets wormhole: where to find it

 

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‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’

20 Tuesday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, bus, Carol, Leicester, love, morning, park, seeing, speech, UB40

                                              (Signing Off)

                                spilled out of the nurses’
                                quarters early in the morning
                                by some fire alarm

                                we stood by the bus stops
                                on the edge of the park
                                so quick I’d left my glasses

                                “early shift?” said the ‘shit,
                                it is a policeman’ when close
                                enough, “uh, yeah” … “yeah”

                                while I wondered where we’d live

 

 

 

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bus wormhole: backseat
C & Leicester & love wormhole: (Little by Little)
morning wormhole: thar she perched
park wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
seeing wormhole: a few reflections on / keeping your cow / in a large meadow / while walking round / the streets of Horsham
speech wormhole: mother and child

 

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(Little by Little)

19 Monday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, birch, blue, buddleia, Carol, earth, evening, hands, Leicester, love, naïveté, silence, smell, UB40, walking, wind

                                                                      (Little by Little)

birches planted perfect in little squares
hand by step
scent by skin

high-wall factories standing silent with buddleia
Augustine by Anne
blue-petal by blush

the earth smell of vegetables before the riot of fabric
undercover from the evening
starch by wind-chime
logic by naïveté

 

 

 

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birch wormhole: from the / bedroom / window
blue wormhole: bell
buddleia wormhole: Boy
C & Leicester & love wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
evening & walking wormhole: we // walk
hands wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
naïveté wormhole: the / pyrrhic / play
silence & wind wormhole: Saturday
smell wormhole: skyline / of the evenings

 

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the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter

18 Sunday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, Belmer, books, burgundy, Carol, Dali, eyes, John Blofeld, Jung, karma, Leicester, love, mauve, opening, paranoiac criticism, plants, purple, reading, spore, sunset, synchronicity, Tara, UB40, windows

                                                    (Food for Thought)

                      in the university library
                           Jung’s synchronicity opened
                      deep through the pages to Dali’s
                           paranoiac criticism opening the eye
                      to Blofeld’s lone hymning of the goddess Tara
                           beguiled by Belmer’s illustrations –

                           the working through of karma?
                      all while the plants outside wafted their spore
                           through the high open windows
                      which caught behind my glasses as the sun
                           started its purple descent
                      when I could renew the strange mauve relief of
                           this burgundy-gritty encounter

 

 

 

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books wormhole: grammar
burgundy wormhole: flat
C & Leicester & love & mauve & sun wormhole: we // walk
eyes wormhole: to share
purple wormhole: August / Adventure
reading wormhole: reading // unstirred
windows wormhole: waiting

 

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we // walk

17 Saturday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, Carol, cars, evening, Leicester, love, mauve, motorway, roads, shops, sunset, UB40, walking, work

                                              (25%)

                                we
                      come alive in the evening
                      after the work is done
                      and the shops have closed
                      and while the cars queue home

                                walk
                      up the long long road rising
                      pleasantly to the mauve sunset
                      and the motorways reaching

                                in all direction

 

 

 

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C & Leicester & love wormhole: bell
cars wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
evening wormhole: skyline / of the evenings
mauve wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s
motorway wormhole: beep
roads wormhole: flat
shops & walking wormhole: where to find it
sunset wormhole: ruddy pink
work wormhole: just what

 

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bell

16 Friday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, bells, blue, Carol, dress, feet, Leicester, love, market, UB40

                (I Think It’s Going to Rain Today)

                                                              from
                                the tight-buttoned strength
                                of the nurse’s uniform

                                              to
                                the swirl and fall of the
                                cheesecloth Indian dress

                bell-tinkling blue and
                                bare tanned feet
                                              in Leicester market

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: where to find it
C & Leicester & love wormhole: skyline / of the evenings
feet wormhole: Saturday

 

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skyline / of the evenings

15 Thursday Aug 2013

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2013, 5*, bridge, Carol, evening, Leicester, life, love, skyline, smell, UB40

                                                                  (Adella)

                                               at the bridge

                                               we stood by a bridge
                                  and smelt the weedy scent
                                               of the unspoilt waste ground
                                               and looked for miles around
                                  at the skyline
                    of the evenings

 

 

 

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bridge wormhole: HA!
C & love wormhole: where to find it
evening wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
Leicester wormhole: waiting
life wormhole: here
skyline wormhole: Dr Strange #6 (Feb 1975)
smell wormhole: to share

 

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waiting

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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2013, 6*, choice, Have, Leicester, passing, people, sky, UB40, waiting, windows

                                                      (Burden of Shame)

                           public benches
                      amid municipal plants
                           waiting

                           before
                      the long windows high-
                           enough
                      to reflect only the sky
                           while
                      allaround people and
                           printed
                      pattern whirl and blur
                           in stop-
                      motion agony of choice and deliverance

 

 

 

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Have wormhole: indignantly
Leicester wormhole: where to find it
passing wormhole: flat
people wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
sky wormhole: promenade
waiting wormhole: weddin’
windows wormhole: Saturday

 

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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
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    • Granada
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