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the old man;

19 Friday Apr 2019

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2019, 8*, bougainvillea, Buddha, hope, life, lute, meaning, ochre, old age, open, pink, politics, power, purpose, renunciation, samsara, society, the Four Signs, time, walking, wind, windows

                the old man;

                by the open window –
                air of civic celebration

                flowering deep pink
                bougainvillea on ochre

                wind, but despite
                all iron machination

                the Prince of all
                that hope could keep

                had seen that Make
                held long-together only

                with foresworn and
                decrepit elapse

                that bent walking
                could behold;

                and the borough might hold
                but there were

                further portents
                on the way and a

                fourth that
                warranted all wasteland –

                when the lute-string
                snapped

 

An old man was the first of the Four Signs that tipped the Prince to thinking that there was more to life than privileged indulgence – there was a seriousness in life to consider which his father had designed to keep from him; when the Prince had been born, there was a prophecy that he would either become a great king enjoying power and influence far beyond, even, what his father had achieved, or that he would leave home and become a seeker of deeper purpose and meaning in life, but the father could not keep all of life’s questions at bay for the rest of the Prince’s life … the other Signs were: illness, death and worldly renunciation; this encounter fore-shadowed the Prince leaving his home to search for that deeper meaning and purpose

 

 

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

Buddha wormhole: birth in the world
life & time & walking wormhole: Puerto del Carmen
meaning wormhole: to let be
ochre wormhole: every step I take
open & windows wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
pink wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
politics wormhole: how to teach
power & society wormhole: Rain, Steam and Speed – the / Great Western Railway, 1844
renunciation wormhole: and … // … sound
samsara wormhole: Batman: Oddysey
wind wormhole: {reading right to left}

 

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every step I take

16 Sunday Jul 2017

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2013, 6*, awareness, climbing, dawn, doors, grey, hope, life, living, nausea, ochre, rock, seeing, step, walking, walls

                there is a wall before me
                gets higher as I walk towards it
                so wide that I cannot turn my head
                footings deep of the rock on which I stand

                I thought there was a door once
                but I can never see where I want to
                I thought to climb it for there was a dawn which crept along its
                battlements but it is featureless it silently radiates grey with ochre stains of nausea

                hopeless
                but that I have come such a long way
                I shall just have to walk through it without
                knowing where to go sure only of every step I take

 

 

 

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

awareness 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
dawn wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
doors & walls wormhole: such such potential
grey wormhole: ‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’
life wormhole: divergent // direction
living wormhole: do I
ochre wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
seeing wormhole: the goldilocks stance
walking wormhole: step

 

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“I / am Spartacus”

01 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by m lewis redford in announcements, poems

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2013, 5*, breakdown, grey, identity, managerialism, mauve, ochre, olive, sky, teaching

I am sorry everyone, things are going into a bit of a meltdown for me these past few days.   I think I need to take a break from posting and reading for awhile.   Get some perspective.   Remember how to breathe.   Á bientôt.

 

 

 

                                                                      “… I
                                                              am Spartacus”

                when mark redford spoke
                                everyone listened to their own plans
                when mark redford offered
                                everyone wanted something else
                when mark redford calculated
                                everyone assumed they had the answer anyway
                when mark redford went quiet
                                everyone carried on ignoring him

                mark redford steps on solid clumps of ground
                                floating in space crumbling at the edges
                                exposing the roots
                under                 and within
                                a shifting greymauvesky
                                with liquid bands of oliveochre merging

                mark redford is lost presumed missing
                                I am not mark redford
                                long live Mark Redford

 

 

 

… and if you’d pruriently like to see what it looks like for a teacher to be riddled then dissolved through the sheer and only power of ignorance, have a look at the jaunty little site of http://ghostteachers.wordpress.com/

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

breakdown wormhole: twenty five / year career
grey & mauve wormhole: chrysalissing
identity wormhole: the rong way wround
managerialism wormhole: two year / pre-cursor / flashing / on | off … // (… to 121212)
ochre wormhole: ‘standing astride …’
sky wormhole: in a / single / lifetime / sitting
teaching wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom

 

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‘standing astride …’

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, curtains, grey, Hillside, leaves, muse, Nan, ochre, sun, trees, windows

 

 

 

                     standing astride

                     the bay window
                     patch-work curtains
                     with bits of trees
                     and line

                     the chest of drawers
                     painted with

                     grey and ochre
                     dabs shadowed

                     as if under trees
                     in the sunshine

 

 

 

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

curtains wormhole: comicbook morning
grey wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
Hillside & windows wormhole: there
leaves & sun wormhole: autumn
muse wormhole: N. …
Nan wormhole: grain
ochre wormhole: ‘dark ochre tarmac …’
trees wormhole: down through the night

 

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‘dark ochre tarmac …’

16 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1989, 4*, black, city, hill, night, ochre, park, streetlight, streets, yellow

 

 

 

                                    dark ochre tarmac
                                    and the
                                    dark park

                                    the yellow streetlight
                                    on the black
                                    railings

                                    and over the edge of
                                    the hill
                                    the city

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: ‘dressed in black smiling …’
city wormhole: ‘from the …’
hills wormhole: pylon on the hill
night wormhole: foreign affairs
ochre wormhole: comicolor
park wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
streets & yellow wormhole: child

 

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comicolor

03 Saturday Dec 2011

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'scape, 1989, 4*, cars, childhood, comics, green, Herbert Road, learning, ochre, pink, seeing, streets

 

 

 

                           comicolor

                           by
                the pink wall
                           walk
                the teacher and
                           pupil

                over the old dustbin
                the teacher opens
                           his arm
                           to the
                street: the passing
                ochre and green
                           cars

 

 

 

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

cars wormhole: bass and piano
childhood & comics wormholes: morning in / Shrewsbury Park / reading POW comics
green wormhole: C / playing on the floor / with bits of / material
Herbert Road wormhole: ‘sneezing …’
pink wormhole: pink and blue
streets wormhole: safe

 

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… Mark; remember …

"... 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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  • 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 …
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    • mum
    • nan
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