the old man;

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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

 

 

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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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The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams

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1928, 6*, arms, Atlantic City, beauty, being, black, blue, candle, cheek, city, colour, communication, daisies, dress, ears, eyes, fingers, glass, green, grey, hair, hands, hips, knuckles, lips, looking, matches, mirror, mouth, movement, open, orange, others, portrait, poverty, red, reflection, ring, ruby, sea, seagull, silence, skin, sound, speech, temptation, thinking, walking, waves, white, William Carlos Williams, windows, woman, wrists, writing

                            1. THE WAITRESS

                No wit (and none needed) but
    the silence of her ways, grey eyes in
    a depth of black lashes–
    The eyes look and the look falls.

    There is no way, no way. So close
    one may feel the warmth of the cheek and yet there is
    no way.

    The benefits of poverty are a roughened skin
    of the hands, the broken
    knuckles, the stained wrists.

                Serious. Not as the others.
    All the rest are liars, all but you.
                                        Wait on us.
    Wait on us, the hair held back practically
    by a net, close behind the ears, at the sides of
    the head. But the eyes–
                            but the mouth, lightly (quickly)
    touched with rouge.

    The black dress makes the hair dark, strangely
    enough, and the white dress makes it light.
    There is a mole under the jaw, low under
    thr right ear–

                And what arms!

                                        The glassruby ring
    on the fourth finger of the left hand.

                                        –and the movements
under the scant dress as the weight of the tray
    makes the hips shift forward slightly in lifting
    and beginning to walk–

    The Nominating Committee presents the following
    resolutions, etc. etc. etc. All those
    in favor signify by saying, Aye. Contrariminded,
    No.
      Carried.
                And aye, and aye, and aye!

    And the way the bell-hop runs downstairs:
          ta tuck a
                ta tuck a
                      ta tuck a
                            ta tuck a
                                  ta tuck a
    and the gulls in the open window screaming over the slow
    break of the cold waves–

                O unlit candle with the soft white
    plume, Sunbeam Finest Safety Matches all together in
    a little box–

                And the reflections of both in
    the mirror and the reflection of the hand, writing
    writing–
                Speak to me of her!-

                –and nobody else and nothing else
    in the whole city, not an electric sign of shifting
    colors, fourfoot daisies and acanthus fronds going from
    red to orange, green to blue–forty feet across–

                                        Wait on us, wait
    on us with your momentary beauty to be enjoyed by
    none of us. Neither by you, certainly,
                                                nor by me.

 

with love from Poems, 1928

 

 

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beauty & speech wormhole: ‘… and yet I think I am so modest: …’
being wormhole: so, how long is, a piece of string?
black wormhole: Impression of Winter: Carriage on a Country Road, 1872
blue & grey & writing wormhole: Hastings: neither all or nothing
city & William Carlos Williams wormhole: prose piece 2 from POEMS 1927 by William Carlos Williams
communication wormhole: agreed termination without prejudice
eyes wormhole: between
glass & red wormhole: travelling / back
green & woman wormhole: on facing the Have
hair wormhole: SPRING & LINES by William Carlos Williams
hands wormhole: THE LONELY STREET by William Carlos Williams
looking wormhole: waiting to be heard
mirror wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
mouth wormhole: glamour of saṃsāra
open wormhole: animus rises – powieview #37
orange & others & walking wormhole: Rain, Steam and Speed – the / Great Western Railway, 1844
reflection wormhole: I
sea & seagull & waves wormhole: Staffa Fingal’s Cave, 1832
silence & sound wormhole: Vue de Pontoise, 1873
thinking wormhole: there will be ovations
white wormhole: alabaster balustrade
windows wormhole: birth in the world

 

animus rises – powieview #37

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1971, 2016, 7*, adolescence, Allen Ginsberg, anima, animus, bliss, body, Bowie, broken, business, castration, chair, embarrasment, eyes, finger, genitalia, green, guitar, Howl, identity, music, open, rooftops, sex, touch

                ah, the lick the
                ahh-dolescence
                the rise of anima
                touched and sigh’d

                embodied, oo, I’ve
                got one of those,
                one of these, I’m
                one of them, wav-

                ing genitals to
                eternity from the
                rooftops until,
                embarrassed,

                animus rises
                statuesque to the
                cause, blissfully
                broken across

                open green eyes,
                easy shots from
                the swivel chair
                with cut-off finger

 

sigh‘d from the tumultuous adolescence of Ziggy Stardust, 1971 and Soul Love, 1971

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: loss
eyes wormhole: coagulating
green wormhole: olive trees
guitar wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
identity wormhole: it’s all about…;
music wormhole: quiet river
open wormhole: frame
rooftops wormhole: between

 

frame

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1964, 2016, 4*, Dr Strange, frame, hands, magic, movement, open, seeing, society, Steve Ditko, windows, world

                hands like open plates
                send the seed of
                miniature through
                opened windows

                in a world that
                fashioned windows to
                see all movement,
                requires the cross of

                frame

 

from Strange Tales #117, ‘The Many Traps of Baron Mordo’, February 1964; Lee & Ditko

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

1964 & Dr Strange & windows wormhole: turned backs of saddened victory
hands wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
open wormhole: for / the first time
seeing & society wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
world wormhole: circuitry

 

for / the first time

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2015, 4*, awareness, cream, facade, grey, hearing, housing estate, open, rain, reading, realisation, thought, time, windows

                it just rained,
                I heard it through
                the open window,

                the washing’s on
                the line, ah, let it
                stay; the rain

                stopped, I just
                realised looking
                up from the

                book seeing the
                cream facades
                and contrasting

                greys of the new-
                build estate for
                the first time

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

awareness wormhole: every step I take
grey wormhole: Bexhill 140215
open wormhole: open window
rain wormhole: … vague / thunder
reading wormhole: ‘God, who am I …?’
realisation wormhole: amid
thought & windows wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
time wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?

 

open window

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'scape, 2013, 5*, birds, birdsong, blue, echo, houses, open, passing, quiet, sky, snow, sound, streets, sun, time, trees, windows

                open window

                in the quiet street
                sun shone against
                the sides of houses

                and began to melt
                the dust of snow,
                at length,

                soft steps pass –
                foot-scrape and
                trouser-scuff – then

                cough once twice
                in upper voice
                down the houses

                and it was only then
                that the birds called
                in different ways

                in different trees and
                all of which echoed
                down the blue blue sky

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

birds wormhole: Is There / Life on Mars? – poewieview #32
birdsong wormhole: relief
blue & quiet & sky & sound & windows wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
echo wormhole: this aching // and spacious dichotomy
open wormhole: fine
passing wormhole: to allow / passage
snow wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
streets wormhole: familiasyncopation
sun wormhole: 1964
time wormhole: alighted
trees wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Follow Your Nose

 

fine

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'scape, 2013, birdsong, blackbird, cars, ceiling, combe end, living room, morning, open, passing, rain, silence, sound, speech, talking, windows

 

 

 

                                                              fine

                                              the
                                is-it-raining-I-can’t-see-it
                settled yes-been-like-this-
                all-morning settling lower and lower
                like a living room ceiling
                while the blackbirds call
                                each other

                                then
                after a car passed and diminished
                away into the silence
                                ‘hello, Anne, how’s it going?’

 

 

 

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

blackbird wormhole: the breath of London
cars & morning wormhole: 1965
combe end wormhole: stacked
living room & sound & talking & windows wormhole: Michael Redford: triptych
open wormhole: opening
passing & silence wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
rain wormhole: first Spring storm
speech wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program / from it …

 

opening

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'scape, 2013, allowing, architecture, art, bay window, being, finding, found, grey, high, Italianate, marble, open, opening, piano, searching, Sevenoaks, shape, sky, sound, Spring, stucco, suburbia, Victorian houses, windows

                                the art to finding
                                is not in the searching
                                but in the allowing

                                or opening to what
                                is to be found as spring
                                sounds like bay windows,

                                stucco, and Italianate
                                overhang of a late
                                Victorian villa under

                                high-marble grey sky in
                                suburban Sevenoaks from
                                which the faint idle

                                tinklings of a piano
                                shape through a let-open
                                window

 

 

 

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allowing wormhole: my life / of others
architecture wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
being wormhole: becoming
grey wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
open wormhole: Grizedale College
piano wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
searching wormhole: thick thick fog
sky & windows wormhole: stacked
sound wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
Spring wormhole: 50 mph
Victorian houses wormhole: gotcha

 

Grizedale College

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1980, bed, books, breeze, girl, Lancaster, love, muse, open, passing, reggae, searching, university, windows, young

 

 

 

                                   Grizedale College

                                   she came back
                                   with a shy new lover
                                   so he left her room
                                   to browse another day;

                                   the bed under the open
                                   window, the breeze
                                   the sheets the rearranged
                                   books under the poster

                                   and the old reggae record
                                   she’d forgotten she had
                                   that had been left playing
                                   quietly respectfully

 

oh, the bittersweet mourn for what might ever verge on opening up, which was beautiful-enough to pursue but nevertheless everly crepuscular

 

 

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books wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
breeze wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
girl & muse wormhole: train journey // like a branch
love & passing wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
open wormhole: the open window
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
university wormhole: footfall
windows wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4

 

the open window

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'scape, 2009, bedroom, doors, garden, open, opening, outside, silence, sound, watching, wind, windows

 

 

 

                      someone put a tool down
                      on a worktop
                      outside somewhere     strange
                      there was no noise

                      then the door shook
                      against the stay as
                      the wind gulped up
                      through the gardens
                      and lifted it wide open
                      as I watched

                                          the open window

 

 

 

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bedroom wormhole: sit
doors wormhole: the breath of London
garden wormhole: new garden
open wormhole: 1963
silence wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
sound wormhole: the warp and the plumbing
wind wormhole: ING IS BELIEVING
windows wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana