landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey

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2013, birth, black, breathing, clouds, England, green, grey, hope, iron, landscape, life, London, mauve, mist, park, pipes, pregnancy, publishing, shadow, streets, Sylvia Plath, Victorian houses, walking, writing

                soon after I was born
                to the rendered sides of
                talling Victorian terrace-ends
                with networks of iron black pipe
                and random small frosted window
                                Sylvia Plath

                arrived back in England
                pregnant with newhope and
                immanent with firstbook
                to breathe the alternating
                talling shadows of street
                and the misty greenmauve landscape
                                of park

                landscape of cloud over London
                with differing depths of grey

 

 

 

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black wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
breathing & writing wormhole: the goldilocks stance
clouds & green & grey wormhole: municipal garden
life wormhole: garden
London wormhole: handsome
mauve & shadow & walking wormhole: walk from Castleton to Hope
mist wormhole: prelude: // travel
park wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
publishing wormhole: Granada holiday …
streets wormhole: Luton // couldn’t make a poem out of it
Sylvia Plath wormhole: Sylvia
Victorian houses wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34

 

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in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell

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'scape, 2013, 8*, attention, Belgium, block, breeze, circular poem, clouds, Ghent, leaf, living, looking, lost, notice, park, path, preoccupied, reaching, searching, seeing, settling, shops, sitting, trees, undergrowth, writing

 

 

 

                                              stuck
                         lost and                         for  something
            preoccupied                                  to write
             and shops                                         I am
            past trees                                             usually plagued
             as I drift                                               by clustered
  I am looking at                                 in the belly-heavy
to see everything                                         Citadel
            stopping me                                  rainclouds Park
        my subconscious                         idling                     a leaf
                                            through                                           new
                                                                              ly fell to                         for the
                                                                        the path                                    constant search
                                                                 the breeze                                           reach for the
                                                     worries the top                                                 more to
                                                          of the trees                                                     deal with
                                                          constantly                                                       more to
                                                          but lets the                                                     they have
                                                        undergrowth                                                  it seems
                                                              settle itself                                             when they reach                                
                                                               comfortably                                      it’s only
                                                                         into its seat                         unnoticed
                                                                                                 alert and

 

 

 

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attention & looking wormhole: Day Out
breeze & clouds & seeing wormhole: weight
circular poem & sitting wormhole: wakeoutofadream
living wormhole: nothing significant
park & path wormhole: the bench
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
settling wormhole: six paramitas
shops wormhole: time travel
trees wormhole: within
writing wormhole: Virginia

 

the bench

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2016, 5*, bench, breeze, Carol, leaf, listening, park, passing, path, sitting, time, trees, waves, woodland

                           the bench

                           we sit
                by the avenue and listen to the trees above blow in
                           waves

                           while
                a single leaf across the path waves like an Indian
                           maybe

 

everything hinges like a plate on a stick if the concentration is held while everything else passes by; and just in case it doesn’t, we’ll hold an Indian head-loll to such an absolute …

 

 

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bench wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing
breeze & time wormhole: reprieve
Carol wormhole: 35 years ago …
listening & passing wormhole: the // orange rose
park wormhole: one day / in 1956
path wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
sitting wormhole: singsong chant
trees wormhole: child
waves wormhole: balance

 

one day / in 1956

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'scape, 1956, 2007, 4*, chin, collar, grass, Liverpool, mist, morning, mud, opening, park, railings, society, sun, tie, trees, water

 

 

 

                     in the park by the water
                     in the mist through
                     railings and sun

                     young trees in the grass by a
                     hill of mud and rubble
                     not yet turfed

                           one day
                           in 1956

                     his chin reared one way his
                     tie pulled aside and his
                     collar opened up

 

possible recursor to bass slap where and when the trees were not yet that strongly rooted …

 

 

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mist wormhole: being in love – poewieview #26
morning wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
opening wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
park wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
society wormhole: listen willya
sun wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Bowl of Gourds
trees wormhole: tired
water wormhole: inbreath

 

words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25

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1970s, 1971, 2016, bed, Bowie, brick, buildings, cartoon, clouds, flats, form, guitar, hearing, height, litter, music, park, passing, pipes, shops, silence, sky, step, suburbia, trees, wind, words, world, writing

                           lying still enough in the quiet of bedclothes
                           you can hear the pops in the sky as the
                           clouds settle and the resolve of form as

                           the trees are passed, all big-flared steps
                           through the park like the coming cartoons,
                           into the suburbs, (across the globe), but

                           always back to the room above the shops
                           under height of building pipework and the
                           block of flats, where the brick and grime

                           ignore the swirling litter … but then later,
                           among strumming, the words tumble like
                           boulders, each to their own defining clunk

 

settled throughout: Holy Holy, 1971; Oh! You Pretty Things, 1971; Fill Your Heart, 1971; How Lucky You Are (Miss Peculiar), 1971; Hang On To Yourself, 1971, after the dust

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

 

 

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1971 wormhole: 1971
Bowie & buildings & wind wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
clouds wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
guitar wormhole: 08:55
music wormhole: well,
park & trees wormhole: 1963
passing & silence wormhole: 1965
shops wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky
sky wormhole: 1968
words wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
world wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving
writing wormhole: need

 

1963

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1963, 2014, childhood, emergence, grey, growth, knowledge, name, notice, park, passing, reaching, sky, trees, winter, years

 

 

 

                                                                                 1963

                                     hand in hand
                      with noticing the tree
                           in winter
                           against the sky
                           for the first time
                      and knowing it was called tree for the
                           first time
                           came the shifting greys
                           into which
                      it reached which I didn’t notice yet
                           but would
                           inevitably
                           have to

 

 

 

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childhood wormhole: up on the hill
emergence & sky wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
grey wormhole: Jon
knowledge wormhole: up here
park wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
passing wormhole: bavardage
trees wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
winter wormhole: com- / mute
years wormhole: 1964

 

Saturday – poewieview #3

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'scape, 1965, 2016, boundary, Bowie, evening, green, grey, heart, lamp post, light, octave, park, pavement, pointlessness, possibility, red, Saturday, space, station, travelling, waiting, walking

                Saturday

                                green acres with no boundary
                                level with the pavement and
                                octaves of grey lamp posts alongside
                                to walk deepening heart;

                                until the red-wallpaper evening
                                in poor light, when it all seems
                                futile again, waiting to traverse
                                that distance from the cubic planes of the cold station

 

filtered through: That’s Where My Heart Is, 1965; I Want My Baby Back, 1965; Bars of the County Jail, 1965; You’ve Got a Habit of Leaving, 1965; Baby Loves That Way, 1965; I’ll Follow You, 1965; Glad I’ve Got Nobody, 1965; That’s A Promise, 1965; Can’t Help Thinking About Me, 1965

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

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: poessay X: soul love
evening & green & walking wormhole: sixty four sixty five
grey & red wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
light wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
park wormhole: “King …”
pointlessness wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
Saturday wormhole: hint
space wormhole: gotcha
travelling wormhole: train journey // like a branch
waiting wormhole: bougainvillea

 

“King …”

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1981, 2013, Carol, cars, colour, elm, evening, green, hands, Leicester, music, openness, park, poplar, sun, traffic, UB40, walking

                                “King …”

                                hand in hand across
                                the wide-open-green park

                                the evening colours
                                of cars coming home

                                to park and the sun
                                through the poplars and elms

                                at the edges
                                “… where are your people now?”

 

 

 

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Carol & cars wormhole: dream 260713
evening wormhole: 1972
green wormhole: To my Mum
hands wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
Leicester wormhole: we still stroll there
music wormhole: city twilight
openness wormhole: between
park wormhole: Bat-Shadow
sun wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
walking wormhole: sight / seeing

 

Bat-Shadow

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2013, 4*, Batman, hill, life, moon, night, park, shadow, white

                                running through the park
                                the low moon cast a giant

                                white Bat-Shadow all over
                                the side of the hill up ahead –

                                he could run up it
                                he could run through it

 

 

 

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Batman & moon & white wormhole: Batman#175
hill wormhole: waiting room
life wormhole: stuck free to move within
night wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’
park wormhole: bad sneakers
shadow wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot

 

bad sneakers

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'scape, 1975, 2012, 5*, afternoon, city, green, morning, moth, olive, park, rain, sky, Steely Dan, streetlight, traffic, tv

Bad Sneakers, Steely Dan, from the album Katy Lied (1975)

 

 

 

                                              bad sneakers

                                moths around the park light

                                thinking green and olive
                                pedestrians and traffic high
                                among the canyon walls of
                                small-eyed weekly event and

                                Jack arrives afternoon sky in the
                                morning and shakes the sleet
                                from his fulvous tweed embraced
                                by the studio audience laughter

                                because we all love Jack

 

 

 

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afternoon wormhole: zazen in everyday life
city wormhole: side / window
green wormhole: dream / 301197 // home
morning wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
olive wormhole: but there …
park wormhole: we still stroll there
rain & sky wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / and the waft of vipashyana
streetlight wormhole: 3:30 am
tv wormhole: 220712