… oh,
here it comes again, between
the warp and weft of chording;
all the engines of thrust, all
the snare of history, all propulsion
`round various turnings, trails
left vaporising; counting … up
to crescendo, looking up to tread,
to lacunae; to ascend is to lose,
to step through that door: fall/
ascent mean nothing off-sphere;
tumult of horizon sitting in my
kitchen, stumbling on my planet,
there’s nothing I can do: there
are – so – many – more – chords,
variants on a minor, travelling to
where we are all along, feeling
very still … lost where we all are;
the sounds of 1969 looked very
different today – loved-up, peopled-
up, gods upped be-coming – up;
~O~~~
down the slippey ascension of wish,
up to the echoing boroughs of cloud-
bank, where the damp damp dawn
falls silent to urban horizon, higher
for to widen the neighbourhood
streets and higher to deepen the road-
side trees; none of it didn’t, but it
[would have] seemed that way
filtered through grill of angst: Space Oddity, 1969, Cygnet Committee, 1969, Memory of a Free Festival, 1969
Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major
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being & Bowie & doing wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
clouds wormhole: dog bark
dawn wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
doors wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
echo & looking & people wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
history wormhole: London Park in Greenwich town – poewieview #5
horizon wormhole: com- / mute
kitchen wormhole: 1963
love wormhole: Grizedale College
silence wormhole: the open window
society wormhole: bookmark
sound & years wormhole: 1963
stillness wormhole: the windmill
streets wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
travelling & trees wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
