writening

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2018, 4*, blogging, discovery, doing, happening, identity, legacy, metaphor, page, poetry, publishing, thinking, writing

                writening

                I like to find what I think
                in kinaesthetic metaphor
                and surprise myself;

                nothing more, not trying
                to be the best, or visionary
                or even to write poetry –

                it just happens; I have
                taken to sharing it – nice
                of you – but, also,

                attached to how it is received –
                not nice, a little ugly;
                I should just do it naturally –

                wash ‘n’ go, shake ‘n’ vac –
                just discover, let it fall
                and spill all over the page,

                not to write the Body
                of Work to blithely leave
                to posterity …

 

the penultimate of my 2018 pieces of work … and they’ve not been coming thick and fast during 2019 either … well’s drying up!

 

 

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doing wormhole: Renunciation
identity wormhole : The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
poetry wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XXII by William Carlos Williams
publishing wormhole: scintillating to mind’s content
thinking & writing wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams

 

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scintillating to mind’s content

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2017, 6*, being, blogging, browse, centre, counting, doing, emptiness, growth, heart, internet, love, mantra, mind, mother sentient beings, publishing, sharing, sitting, true nature, world, writing

                things happen according
                to my published pages or
                didn’t need writing at all

                so I stopped coiunting mantras
                and let the world sit and
                browse all around me with

                as near to the love I can
                muster, now, at the centre
                and all of the love we

                could share if we but knew
                the empty centre at our
                heart from which we grow

                scintillating to mind’s content

 

 

 

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being wormhole: I don’t need to go out / onto the balcony to see behind me / to know what’s going on
doing wormhole: all // are // none
emptiness wormhole: anxiety
love wormhole: LOVE SONG by William Carlos Williams
mind wormhole: sometimes
publishing wormhole: next unexpected step
sitting wormhole: ash leaves
world wormhole: that
writing wormhole: so / do I keep on writing now I’ve retired, or … / Rumplestiltskin

 

next unexpected step

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2016, 5*, child, decision, freedom, life, publishing, realisation, searching, shopping, step, talking to myself, water, work

                                am I free?

                don’t need to search in shops like I’m lost
                don’t need to publish every day like a child starved of attention

don’t need to keep at work like a grate holding water
don’t need to think of further examples like I haven’t yet got the realisation, yes

                                I am,

                now
                for the residue

                and the
                next unexpected step

 

 

 

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child wormhole: snapshots about Totnes
life wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
publishing wormhole: landscape of cloud over London / with differing depths of grey
realisation wormhole: for / the first time
searching wormhole: is this it // all the time
talking to myself & water wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
work wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working

 

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

 

Granada holiday …

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2016, Granada, holiday, publishing, retirement, September, Spain, writing

OK maties; during the last two weeks of September I was on holiday in Granada in the south of Spain with my good pal and wife, Carol; it is the first holiday we have been able to take outside of the school holidays for 29 years, but now that I am retired we’ll holiday in all sorts of times and places; it was also noticeable because I was able to write some good stuff which I am excited about as it’s always good to have it reaffirmed that you’ve still ‘got it’ as you get older …

I’ve also stumbled into the middle of an idea which is quite intriguing me: in the tourist shops were some ‘librettas’, note books, really, with nice Granada-y covers; I bought one for myself to have as a notebook to write poems while I’m out and about, but then it occurred to me to ‘write a book’, just like that; it’s an alternative to publishing and revives the art of writing by hand: I will write out a collection of my poems – those written in Granada and those ‘affiliated’ as I find them – into the book, in my best handwriting, nicely spaced and arranged, an edition of … one, only and unique; it will take a few months (240 pages), and then I will give it to someone who wants it; and then do another if I enjoy it

… now if that’s not self-publishing, I don’t know what is

meanwhile, coming up next is a fresh poem written in Granada …

 

 

 

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holiday wormhole: travel
publishing wormhole: bloogying
writing wormhole: cut while you’re ahead/cut while you’re a thread – poewieview #35

 

bloogying

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2012, blogging, feeling sorry for myself, publishing, recognition, sitting, talking to myself, time, words, writing

 

 

 

                      bloogying

                      just publish them all
                      even the crap ones

                      let them sit there multifarious
                      for months and years

                      all nicely arranged
                      along the bookcase

                      just say what I say
                      without censor without compromise

                      (let me
                       worry about the morality when I sit down)

                      let the paucity of hits be
                      the line of medals that they seem

                      I earned them all with word
                      above and beyond the call of necessity

 

 

 

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publishing wormhole: the writing’s on the wall
recognition wormhole: let the dreams / become the ghosts they / always were
sitting wormhole: Jericho
talking to myself & writing wormhole: diligence
time wormhole: work
words wormhole: the both passive and transitive / non-presumptive pre-conceptualist attenuation of being

 

the writing’s on the wall

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2012, beauty, being, blindness, breath, creativity, doing, groundlessness, hope, Howl, identity, inertia, letting go, looking, memory, pen, penance, pointlessness, powerlessness, publishing, seeing, self-doubt, sitting, superhero, talking to myself, universe, vindication, walls, waltz, writing

 

 

 

                                the writing’s on the wall

                                I can be becoming lost for weeks
                                unable to release, foiled in creativity
                                even by my breath; unable to waltz

                                or twirl about as I promise myself
                                held by the very wall that materialises
                                precisely where I thought to move

                                again; because there is something
                                closer than my retinas which I cannot see,
                I cannot see

                                because I am hanging on to a
                                last shred of dignity that makes me
                                blind that I cannot see the walls

                                at my toe before I swing my
                                foot to kick and I cannot see the walls
                                in my cranium before I blink

                                              so
                                              little
                                              beauty

                                to stumble over, stood in inertia
                                no matter how busy I become
                                no matter how much I do

                                without looking; (it’s the writing
                                (no it’s the tidal lunge for vindication,
                                 (no it’s the reminder, the reinforcement

                                  that I am powerless))) in a pointless universe
                                in which I still want to be the hero
                                brandishing the latest sheaf of sublimity

                                (even if not on the rooftops waving
                                 my genitals – see, see) so what do I do,
                                do I stop it all now and snap out of it

                                do I make myself sit for hours of
                                balming penance, do I slap my wrists
                                for wanting to publish; no, Mark,

                                              here’s a pen and
                                              here’s the line and
                                              here’s the wall to write on

 

 

 

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beauty & being & doing wormhole: while walking
breath wormhole: miss / ad / venture – poewieview #22
creativity & walls wormhole: and that’s where I are
groundlessness wormhole: Dear Sir/Madam,
identity wormhole: 1968
letting go wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving
looking & writing wormhole: impressionism
pointlessness wormhole: development
publishing wormhole: time proceeds
seeing wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
sitting wormhole: well,
superhero wormhole: no point
talking to myself wormhole: dream career // groggy
vindication woormhole: thy will be done

 

time proceeds

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2011, ageing, being, doing, emptiness, life, others, publishing, silence, sitting, sower, talking to myself, time, words, writing

 

 

 

                      time         proceeds

                      when young I wrote
                      and searched now I am

                      old and write and sit
                      have I got anywhere

                      have I wasted my life
                      I have not published

                      not attained success
                      but on the way I have

                      touched peoples’ lives
                      with some words and

                      spaces not publishing
                      not recognised is this

                      not magnificent, the
                      silent friend, the sower?

 

 

 

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being & doing & emptiness & life & sitting & writing wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
others wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
publishing wormhole: “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”
silence & talking to myself wormhole: sight / seeing
time wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
words wormhole: addicted / compulsive / identity

 

“I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”

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2012, 4*, being, breathing, doing, family, field, identity, living, publishing, reading, teaching

 

 

 

                “I think I’ll have a nice sandwich”

                I publish people read don’t read
                I weave my lessons with no voice
                I border my family wide as a field

                                – and –

                all the while I am the empty hub around which all else revolves
                                I am not the centripetal I am not the centrifugal
                                                breathing in
                                                                breathing out

 

 

 

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being & breathing & doing & identity & living wormhole: what to do
family wormhole: … still waving!
field wormhole: prologue
publishing wormhole: heavy load
reading wormhole: and …
teaching wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared

 

heavy load

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2012, 4*, being, breathing, identity, publishing, seeing, skandhas, vindication, writing

 

 

 

                           and it is the publishing which is
                           swallowing my sight to see

                           and swallowing my breath to be
                           and keeping me staring at the same parts
                           of the same room absently
                           and keeping the entries stalled and excused
                           and the page blank with feint ruled lines

                           the publishing which I hope would vindicate me
                           and lighten this heavy load

 

 

 

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being wormhole: exercise
breathing wormhole: walking / right into the side of the very door left / open for me
identity & publishing wormhole: and …
seeing wormhole: need
vindication wormhole: chump