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‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’

01 Monday Oct 2018

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1967, 2018, 7*, arrival, Batgirl, Batman, beauty, black, books, eyes, glasses, identity, ink, knowledge, looking, mask, night, silhouette, skyline, talking

                a blacknight fitted perfectly
                over the local skyline like spilt ink

                as masks and blindfolds
                drove through the light to where

                silhouettes can talk
                in strictest identity and all the books

                can lean to the right where eyes beautiful look
                over rectangular glasses

 

Detective Comics #363, May 1967, Gardner Fox, Carmine Infantino: oh the rhymes we wend and the bends we play

 

 

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

Batman & skyline wormhole: space for probing thought
beauty wormhole: only
black wormhole: TREES by William Carlos Williams
books womrhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
eyes wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
glasses wormhole: we held cold hands
identity wormhole: Victorian pipework
knowledge wormhole: singsong chant
looking wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams
night wormhole: the moon, the moon
silhouette wormhole: despite that
talking wormhole: I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on

 

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thought

06 Friday Jul 2018

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1966, 2017, 4*, archetypes, Batman, dark, eyes, identity, mask, no-self, thought, world

                                thought

                the mask over the eyes
                is made from the darkness
                into which it blends

 

Batman #183, ‘Batman’s Baffling Turnabout!’; written: Gardner Fox; artist: Sheldon Moldoff, August 1966

 

 

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

Batman & thought wormhole: sufficiently away
eyes wormhole: I
identity wormhole: EL HOMBRE by William Carlos Williams
world wormhole: glancing up from the text / searching for ground …

 

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the Conqueror

08 Wednesday Jul 2015

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2015, Avengers, awareness, breath, eyes, faces, fate, identity, lost, mask, mouth, nose, power, society

 

 

 

                                   there is a mask
                                   tight over the face
                                   of the Conqueror

                                   clung into cheekbone
                                   taught over flattened
                                   nose where no breath

                                   is possible; only eyes,
                                   that linger a second
                                   while the mouth

                                   languidly grims the
                                   only fate not strategically
                                   precluded, showing

 

 

 

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

awareness & breath wormhole: on walking through walls
eyes wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
faces wormhole: out side of the writing / lodge
identity wormhole: the tangles fall apart
mouth wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out
power & society wormhole: Bodiam Castle

 

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where the real action // always is

13 Tuesday Jan 2015

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2014, 6*, Batman, buildings, city, doing, emptiness, flagpole, identity, karma, mask, others, Robin, shadow, society, space, windows

                                   in the event of evasion
                                   from certain karma

                                   Dick and Bruce will slip
                                   away to an upper room –

                                   they are useless in crowd –
                                   to don costume alone and

                                   deep under their masks,
                                   where plain windows

                                   show a city behind their
                                   deeper selves where they

                                   ease out over edge and
                                   cornice with only shadow

                                   to accompany then stepped
                                   descent through air defined

                                   by façade twenty storeys deep
                                   via flagpole to where the real action

                                   always is

 

 

 

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

Batman & shadow wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
buildings wormhole: silence
city wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
doing wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
emptiness & space & windows wormhople: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
identity & others wormhole: right to be
Robin wormhole: never there
society wormhole: castrated

 

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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
    • 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!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
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  • poemics
  • poeviews
  • teaching matters
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