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Tag Archives: palms

I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on

30 Monday Jul 2018

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2018, 7*, apartment, apricot, being, birds, blackberry, blue, cream, damson, facade, fruit jellies, future, grey, holiday, island, January, knowing, Lanzarote, lemon, life, light, morning, palms, planes, right angle, sea, seeing, sky, sunset, table, talking, toddlers, voices, volcanic rock, white, wind

                                     I don’t need to go out
                          onto the balcony to see behind me
                               to know what’s going on

                the sea is a damson-blackberry
                fruit-jelly grey in January
                around a volcanic island; the

                cream of apricot née lemon
                awash the staggered faces of
                apartments fades to berry-

                blue along the white facades
                (until the right-angled sides
                 become wholly indifferent in

                 the morning) while palm trees
                blow into the setting sun and
                planes land in the headwind;

                eventually they are broadleaf-
                white under the damson-blackberry
                fruit-jelly grey sky when the

                balcony light flicks on, voices
                talk of the future around the table
                and toddlers shriek like birds landing

 

 

 

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

apricot & wind wormhole: transferring
being wormhole: cowled
birds & blue & grey & sky wormhole: SPRING STRAINS by William Carlos Williams
holiday wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
lemon wormhole: … vague / thunder
life & seeing wormhole: anxiety
light & voices wormhole: moon- // washed
morning wormhole: SUMMER SONG by William Carlos Williams
sea wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
sunset wormhole: Is There / Life on Mars? – poewieview #32
table wormhole: … the underleaves show
talking wormhole: coagulating
white wormhole: presence

 

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18 Monday Aug 2014

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2014, 5*, breakfast, chrome, Gran Canaria, horizon, hotel, looking, morning, palms, sea, seeing, sitting, sound, sun

 

 

 

                                              !

                                              sitting
                at the breakfast table
                                on the terrace thinking
                                              to practise
                                              taking in
                                the view rather than going out
                                              to arrange it: the palms near and far
                above chrome railings
                                              the hotels peripheral
                                sun-blinded and perched
                                              over the bay

                                              when
                                from deep out the horizon
                                              flying low and camouflaged
                                grunged a
                                              Lan
                                              cas
                                              ter
                                              bom
                                              ber
                                bulbous-nosed and wing fins

                bbbjjjjjjjjjjjdjdjdjdjdjeeyyhhwwwwwwoooooouuuuuuu

                                              maybe
                                I was trying too hard

 

 

 

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

horizon & sea wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
hotel wormhole: the poppies / of van Gogh
looking wormhole: our life
morning wormhole: g’morning
seeing wormhole: the precision // the gentleness // and / the letting go
sitting wormhole: waiting room
sound wormhole: sniff
sun wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot

 

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all the time

25 Friday May 2012

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'scape, 2010, 3*, Kos, morning, palms, pool, sun, voices, wind

 

 

 

                           all the time

                     the wind flacks
                     in the high palms but

                     all of a sudden
                           mid-morning
                     voices from the pool
                           and the pump

 

 

 

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

morning wormhole: 1977
sun wormhole: meditation
voices wormhole: ‘with delight …’
wind wormhole: ‘determined to drop the / dramas and tragedies / of this life …’

 

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    • Chapter 8
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    • 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
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    • through the crash
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    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
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