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two profiles

30 Tuesday Jan 2018

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2016, 5*, balcony, being, chair, eyes, face, feet, hair, legs, Lewes, library, mouth, neck, passing, pen, portrait, reading, skyline, step, study

                two profiles

                reading – backdrop of cascade swept back across neck
                line from thinned mouth to pen to poise to foot on
                chair leg to foot step to ground …

                    step past un-laced shoe bounce girder-sprung
                                                            balcony,
                                                    no,
                                          forgot
                                    some
                    thing, got it now, settling down to reception

                studying – cascade over both shoulders crescent face
                with hood eyes and smirky mouth, counter-recline
                of neck to body to outstretch legs crossed at boot

                tinkling the laptop awhile with open-mouthed
                tentation hidden by the handbag, skylined by flask

 

 

 

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being wormhole: ‘still …’
eyes & mouth wormhole: looking ahead
face wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
feet wormhole: when the rain has settled / the dust
hair wormhole: Batgirl –
Lewes wormhole: reating & wriding
library wormhole: ‘God, who am I …?’
passing wormhole: “I need help”
reading wormhole: for / the first time
skyline wormhole: river

 

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reating & wriding

01 Friday Sep 2017

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2014, 5*, beauty, being, boy, breathing, girl, grass, irony, Lewes, listening, phone, reading, talking, words, writing

                                reating & wriding

                                in
                through the words to the being
                out from the being between
                                words

                                why
                isn’t there beauty that can talk
                in locus and suffusion
                un-trapped in seem and word

                                even

                                even this
                has never existed

                                because
                the girl sat on the lawn and
                made her soliloquy
                                whatever

                                to the boy
                (who had the boxers who had the phone
                 and the tattoos and was not afraid
                 to sit on the grass and use them) who listened
                to every meaningful judder of her low cut top

 

 

 

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

beauty wormhole: weight
being wormhole: the sitting room
breathing wormhole: breathing through hypnagogia
girl wormhole: and I lose sight of her into memory
Lewes wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles
listening wormhole: just saying, is all VII: // `spolitical
reading wormhole: singsong chant
talking wormhole: … vague / thunder
words wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop II
writing wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop I

 

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Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles

31 Thursday Aug 2017

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2014, 3*, coffee shop, father, glass, Jon, Lewes, looking, posture, shirt, shop, son, streets

                Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles

                ‘fat            nervous            stupid            rich’

                in the side-glass entrance to the shop
                I watch down the street two men
                amble up the street – same shirt
                same posture they both turn to
                look in a shop window fat nervous
                stupid and rich

 

 

 

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

coffee shop & father & Jon & Lewes wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop III
glass 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
looking wormhole: the sitting room
posture wormhole: !
streets wormhole: I turn to wake up

 

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Mark & Jon at the coffee shop III

30 Wednesday Aug 2017

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2014, 4*, bus, coffee shop, desire, father, joke, Jon, Lewes, raspberry, son, speech

                Mark & Jon at the coffee shop III

‘double-decker bus        gravestone
                dingle berry        fumbling        clutching’

                                hot day in the coffee shop
                                I’ll have something different
                                ah yes, a Double-Decker Dingle-
                                berry Gravestone Cooler
                                would be good, I think,
                                amid the ambient fumbling
                                and clutching of desire,

                                ‘would you like raspberry
                                 sauce with that, sir?’

                                uh, no thank you, I have
                                a bus to catch

 

 

 

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

bus wormhole: municipal garden
coffee shop & father & Jon & Lewes & speech wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop II

 

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Mark & Jon at the coffee shop II

29 Tuesday Aug 2017

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2014, 3*, coffee shop, father, joke, Jon, Lewes, poem, son, speech, words

                Mark & Jon at the coffee shop II

                ‘I’ve got to give you five words and you’ve
                 got to work them into a poem:

                fluffy       popsicle      Nostradamus
                carcinogenic      parasite’,      so I said

                                it can’t be done

 

 

 

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

coffee shop & father & Jon & Lewes & speech & words wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop I

 

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Mark & Jon at the coffee shop I

28 Monday Aug 2017

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2014, 4*, coffee, coffee shop, father, joking, Jon, Lewes, notebook, rhyme, son, speech, words, writing

            Mark & Jon at the coffee shop I

               ‘write, what rhymes
                  with coffee’ said Jon
                     taking the piss of my
                        notebook out in the coffee shop
                           but I had my own back
                              by messing with his words

 

 

 

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coffee wormhole: too greedy
coffee shop wormhole: with endless love
father wormhole: singsong chant
Jon wormhole: magnetic field
Lewes wormhole: relief
speech wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let
words wormhole: reading // unstirred
writing wormhole: over-pink cagoule

 

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relief

22 Thursday Dec 2016

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'scape, 2013, 5*, birdsong, blackbird, change, continuity, hills, Lewes, relief, twilight

                      such a relief
                      as the daylight

                      fades and the
                      hills of Lewes

                      darken
                      the blackbird

                      continues to
                      chirp

                      in a hundred
                      different ways

 

 

 

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

blackbird wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
change wormhole: comfy
hills wormhole: 1966
Lewes wormhole: well,
twilight wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – moment

 

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well,

16 Saturday Apr 2016

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'scape, 2013, coffee shop, evening, Lewes, music, notebook, people, sitting, streetlight, tired, toddler, voices, writing

                                     well,

                           I am sitting in the coffee shop
                           I have the notebook out
                           the evening is coming down
                           all the lights are brightening up
                           and as the people take
                           their shopping home
                           I think I can pick out
                           ‘Waterloo Sunset’ through
                           the cries of an overtired
                           toddler

 

 

 

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

coffee shop & music wormhole: tabla
evening wormhole: early evening
Lewes wormhole: library windows
people wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
sitting wormhole: and that’s where I are
streetlight wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
voices wormhole: dream career // groggy
writing wormhole: dash

 

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library windows

23 Saturday Jan 2016

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'scape, 2015, awning, being, gables, grey, Lewes, library, morning, rain, sky, transmission, windows

                     library windows to the sky
                     morning grey to be and to

                     come and between the valley
                     outlets of the regular gables

                     the washed alluvial-coloured
                     stains down the tin awning

 

 

 

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being wormhole: ‘in clear oil air …’
grey wormhole: Saturday
Lewes wormhole: walking through Lewes
morning wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
rain & windows wormhole: sixty four sixty five
sky wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915

 

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walking through Lewes

17 Sunday Jan 2016

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'scape, 2013, dark, emergence, grey, hills, houses, identity, Lewes, possibility, time, trees, walking, walls

                           walking through Lewes

                           I emerge from darkness
                           between thick stone walls

                           holding hills and houses
                           and overhanging trees

                           grown and replaced
                           for a hundred years

                           ever on a grey day full
                           of possibility and time

 

 

 

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emergence wormhole: the practice
grey & walking wormhole: “walking …”
hills wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
identity & walls wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
Lewes wormhole: 08:55
time wormhole: David Bowie – Iris
trees wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948

 

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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • 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
    • #A-E see!
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    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
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