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out

20 Monday Nov 2017

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2015, 3*, Ashdown Forest, blue, Carol, children, family, father, gorse, home, kitchen, pine, shoes, walking

                                in
                from a different walk
                down an alley of gorse by the blue pine on the forest

                                through
                the front door step
                out of shoes hang coat need wee need to eat feel spacey

                                while
                Carol tells the adult kids
                I’ve come over all queer sniggers in the kitchen

                                there
                where I left them
                opened awkward toes bent up and bits of dried mud

                                the
                father’s shoes of
                thirty year’s family as if they had always never been out

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
blue & walking wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
Carol wormhole: at table 21 in the garden centre thinking to / replicate Hughes’ exercise for Plath about / the Yew Tree
family wormhole: all the sandstone / reflections in the / marble-blue troughs
father wormhole: Mark & Jon at the coffee shop IV: right angles
kitchen wormhole: good going into / that gentle night
pine wormhole: Cocktails in 1951

 

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Cocktails in 1951

20 Friday Oct 2017

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1951, 2014, 6*, air, black, cars, clouds, grass, green, grey, leaves, listening, loneliness, moon, ocean, passing, pine, pink, sky, sound, speech, Sylvia Plath, talking, trees, white, writing

                Cocktails in 1951

                down below, that half-curious
                half-comical world on the terrace
                up here the air blurs the syllables
                of conversation like sky-writing

                from a clear pencilled line to a
                puffy cloud; green of grass
                grey of ocean and a deepening
                sky faintly pink; always a roaring

                of sound, cars whirring along
                the turnpike; the moon, now,
                over the green-black tops of pines
                chalkily white, third quarter lunar phase sphere

                amputated optically and neatly;
                below a thick voice, “The moon’s out.”
                The reply ravels and threads
                on the leaves and is lost to you

 

dug into, dug up, found, carefully dusted off and pieced together from entry 87. of The Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962, but written by Sylvia Plath before the moon really came out

 

 

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air wormhole: and I lose sight of her into memory
black wormhole: slightly / uphill
cars wormhole: a nice grey woollen picnic blanket
clouds & pine wormhole: volcanic rock
green & trees wormhole: Tara mantras
grey wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
leaves & moon wormhole: between
listening & talking wormhole: reating & wriding
loneliness wormhole: wakeoutofadream
passing wormhole: duty free // chastened
pink wormhole: pink and orange
sky wormhole: good going into / that gentle night
sound wormhole: place
speech wormhole: h’rk ‘eh ‘heh ‘hair ‘yeah ‘eh?
Sylvia Plath wormhole: ‘God, who am I …?’
white wormhole: greedy
writing wormhole: is there anything to write?

 

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volcanic rock

17 Sunday Sep 2017

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2014, 4*, clouds, Gran Canaria, haiku, hills, pine, rock, valley, water

                                                volcanic rock

                             pines almost reach
                the tops of the hills opposite
                   sip water from clouds

 

 

 

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

clouds & haiku[esque] wormhole: pink and orange
hills wormhole: ssreet chak-chak
pine & valley wormhole: garden
water wormhole: make your rickety / constructs strong with / unbending grids / of attention and wide- / open grates of let

 

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garden

08 Thursday Jun 2017

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'scape, 2013, 7*, Carol, clouds, Eden, garden, green, hair, hill, life, Mam Tor, mist, morning, pine, silhouette, silver, sun, trees, valley, walking

                                garden

                walking up through the morning
                      to Mam Tor
                will the mist rise off the hill
                      as we rise
                well it doesn’t matter because
                      right there
                the sun has broken through the
                      upper cloud
                but not yet the misty-wet, making
                      the trees
                green-silhouette and the valley silvery-
                      incandescent
                as the new-born first day

                      in front
                is Carol’s forest of hair walking
                      slowly
                into the quick-grown pine getting
                      nowhere

 

 

 

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Carol wormhole: handsome
clouds & trees wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
garden wormhole: lost and city ground
green & hair & mist wormhole: prelude: // travel
life 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
morning wormhole: mother and daughter
pine wormhole: clouds
silhouette wormhole: love and precision
silver wormhole: Life on Mars? – poewieview #31
sun wormhole: too much in arrival
valley wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
walking wormhole: prospect

 

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clouds

14 Monday Dec 2015

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'scape, 2013, birdsong, black, blue, boulders, candyfloss, clouds, drifting, frond, girder, gliding, gorge, green, grey, iced bun, incandescence, Independence Day, kettle, moss, National Geographic, pan, passing, pine, plume, sky, slow, snow, spaceship, steel, sun, swirls, washing up, wasp, water, waterfall, white

 

 

 

                                              clouds

                                sun fresh-laid snow grey
                                moss on boulders grey
                wisps of steel scourer grey
                                              kettle-plume greys
                                slightly bulging wide underneath of girder grey
                                new galvanised pan grey
                                                                gorge grey
                                black and white National Geographic waterfall grey
                                bowl of water after the washing up greys
                white billows beside the clear blue grey
                                speed-swirls drifting achingly slow grey
                                incandescent candyfloss grey
                                gliding in front of girth belt of grey
                                giant iced bun finger grey dropping
                                              undercarriage like a wasp grey
                                Independence Day invading spaceship grey
                                              where has all the birdsong gone grey

                all behind and above the green-dark silhouette of pine fronds

                                                                                 grey

 

 

 

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black wormhole: 2 pm
blue wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
clouds & grey & passing wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons
green & white wormhole: when in Belgium do as the chocolates do
pine wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47
sky wormhole: row boat
snow wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
sun wormhole: com- / mute
water wormhole: sooner or later

 

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Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47

12 Wednesday Aug 2015

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'scape, 2013, armchair, Ashdown Forest, blue, carpet, clouds, gorse, grey, pine, sitting, stillness, sunlight, yellow

 

 

 

                                Ashdown Forest
                                080213 14:47

                armchair sit back deep arms
                                pine
                high under long low belts
                                of carpet
                                unmoving
                                upside down
                                and then

                a gap
                sunshine
                wide to the right over the gorse

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: earthed
blue & grey wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
carpet wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
clouds wormhole: now, have I forgotten anything
sitting wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
stillness wormhole: of a sudden // all the time
yellow wormhole: silhouette: // second / thoughts

 

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wraggle of architecture

04 Wednesday Sep 2013

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'scape, 2013, 5*, Ashdown Forest, Carol, clouds, grass, green, grey, hair, heather, mauve, pine, pink, walking

 

 

 

                                I didn’t notice the metal in the
                                              pine green
                                the individual ice-cream pink of dusty mauve heather
                                              spread out between
                                the Tigris & Euphrates grasses wafting around
                                              the borders
                                or the boroughs of cloud hung on the horizon –
                                              silent invaders –

                                until I caught sight of her rose-pink t-shirt
                                              in the corner of my eye
                                her tanned arms weighing the alternate values
                                              of each stride
                                deep under the wraggle of architecture
                                              of her grey hair

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest & grass & pine wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s
C wormhole: 32 years
clouds wormhole: swifts test the chasm of sky
green wormhole: ‘hand / in hand …’
hair wormhole: Boy
mauve wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
walking wormhole: we still stroll there

 

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blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s

05 Monday Aug 2013

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'scape, 2013, 5*, air, Ashdown Forest, blue, brown, field, gorse, grass, green, living room, mauve, pine, white, yellow

 

 

 

                                                    blue and green
                                                    a l l s  o  r  t  s

                                the grasses now
                                have blond mop-tops
                                lurching on their blue-
                                green tensile stalks

                                the heather smoulders mauve
                                in the deep brown clinker

                                the newgreen bracken
                                fields wide and merged
                                with waves of air
                                and yellowhite grass

                                all bordered and separated
                                by gorse and pine tree liquorice –
                                ever like a living room

 

 

 

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air wormhole: red / red / air
Ashdown Forest wormhole: perched
blue & green wormhole: 1974
brown wormhole: Science lesson
field wormhole: out!
grass wormhole: school uniform
living room wormhole: 1976
mauve wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
pine wormhole: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute
white wormhole: 1974
yellow wormhole: 1972

 

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The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute

02 Tuesday Oct 2012

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'scape, 1973, 2012, 5*, America, birds, black, blue, brother, emergence, Genesta Road, glass, hill, Joe Walsh, lamp post, lemon, mist, morning, pine, rain, red, roof, snow, sparrows, streets, The Old Grey Whistle Test, trees, walls, wood

The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973), Joe Walsh & Barnstorm

 

 

 

                      tribute

                      my brother ordered
                      the smoker you drink
                      the player you get by mail
                      all the way from america
                      to genesta road
                      when he was eleven
                      with his pocket money

and brought wooden glass walls and doors   raindrops in wheat stalks      fine chiselled filigree on the stained snuff box      misty plains and misty textures      a furl of mist stealing round the corner by the iron black lamp post into the lemon-blue morning      the anticipation of snow through the full-length frosted-glass door      reaching the top of the hill watching the blue veins through the streets like waves      birdsong twist in the trees somewhere behind the red-tiled roof ridge      wrapped-snare quarter fills      sparrow-call uphill in a pine tree amplified by the whole hill      relaxed rejoinders to the la-la-la la’s strolling over the woods back to the house

                      which didn’t just
                      walk up those steps
                      to the front door
                      by themselves
                      and all because
                      he’d caught a
                      silent glimpse of it
                      on the old grey
                      whistle test

                      I should have paid more attention to him

 

 

 

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1973 wormhole: 1973
birds wormhole: coffee shop
black & wood wormhole: radio
blue wormhole: only
emergence wormhole: 1970 // just now
Genesta Road wormhole: wakey wakey / time to get up
glass wormhole: there
lemon wormhole: portrait
hills wormhole: Bonus Books
lamp-post wormhole: “bring in as many / different kinds of leaf / as you can find”
mist wormhole: ”please me very kind with your practice …’
morning wormhole: ‘8:30 kitchen …’
pine wormhole: ‘under the orange streetlamp the …’
rain wormhole: 11:50 pm
red wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better
roof wormhole: looking
snow wormhole: thawing
sparrows wormhole: all at / once
streets wormhole: gotcha
trees wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
walls wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better II

 

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‘under the orange streetlamp the…’

20 Friday Apr 2012

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'scape, 1999, 4*, fence, orange, pine, streetlight

 

 

 

                           under the orange streetlamp the
                           fenced corner of wasteland

                           but opposite
                           by the wall
                           has grown

                           a pine

 

 

 

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orange wormhole: altogether
pine wormhole: ‘walking up Whitehill Road …’
streetlight wormhole: room 506 / Central Park

 

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