within

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'scape, 2013, 4*, flying, garden, ivy, listening, music, pigeon, radio, song, trees, wind

                                              listening to the song
                                stepping the crescendos
                with the professionalism of hundreds
                                to recognition
                                O save me
                from the top one hundreds

                                not even the pigeon
                                nor the wind chimes
                                nor even the waving tops of trees
                can assuage this acrid spore on the breeze

                                but no
                                there
                                the ivy
                has climbed up one fence post
                                and shaped itself
                                square and fast
                                that I can see
                the pigeon dive and pull up adjust tail feathers
                                turn to land
                                on a branch
                                within the
                                tree precisely

 

 

 

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garden wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
listening & trees wormhole: the bench
music wormhole: No
radio wormhole: magnetic field
trees wormhole: what wounds have you got?

 

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magnetic field

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2013, 4*, attention, being, doing, field, Jon, poem, radio, sitting, talking to myself, time, traffic, windows, writing

 

 

 

                           magnetic field

                           dropped Jon off;
                           tried sitting a little –

                           too much traffic and radio
                           through the window

                           I’ve got about 20 minutes
                           to get a poem off –

                           look around but there is
                           nothing that draws my

                           filings up, only plenty
                           to pull my attention

                           left right and around
                           so I suppose t/here

                           is the starting point
                           as well as the full stop

 

 

 

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attention & radio wormhole: nothing to say
being wormhole: Elektra
doing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – On Doing Nothing
field wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – from arm to nature, doing nothing
Jon wormhole: Jon
sitting wormhole: my seat // now
talking to myself wormhole: ashramas
time wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] by Mark L. Redford – mmpph’
windows wormhole: weight of high sash windows – poewieview #33
writing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Olly

 

nothing to say

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2016, Arlington Reservoir, attention, birdsong, blue, bluebells, clouds, driving, flowers, grey, morning, notice, passing, pink, radio, walking, warblers, woodland

 

 

 

                           nothing to say

                           passing bluebells
                           at the speed of
                           recall, maybe

                           cresting a hillock
                           behind the last
                           bend of road

                           under deep vault
                           of hanging cloud
                           grey to the blue

                           and pink flowers
                           between reclining
                           concrete slabs

                           humbly accompanying
                           the Arlington Reservoir
                           with the white-

                           throated warblers I’d
                           heard on the radio
                           this morning

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: quick inventory after coffee
blue wormhole: impressionism
clouds wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
grey wormhole: 1963
morning & walking wormhole: Le Pont Royal, 1909
passing wormhole: fine
pink wormhole: stacked
radio wormhole: 1965

 

1965

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1965, 2014, bridge, cars, crane, morning, music, passing, radio, silence, sound, sunlight, traffic, truck, voices, years

 

 

 

                           1965

                           the traffic
                     the cars and the blocks of trucks with their air-breaks and axels pass
                           and recede

                           silent
                     over the bridge on the way past the docks and cranes save for
                           the line

                           on the radio
                     which ends ‘instead …’ and doesn’t resolve until ‘… of me’ to
                           change down gear

 

Are You There (With Another Girl): Dionne Warwick, Burt Bacharach, Hal David

 

 

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bridge wormhole: Compartment C, Car 193, 1938
cars wormhole: always
crane & traffic wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
morning wormhole: 1964
music & voices wormhole: well,
passing & sunlight & years wormhole: 1968
radio wormhole: any answers
silence wormhole: and that’s where I are
sound wormhole: impressionism

 

any answers

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2014, agenda, discussion, politics, radio, society

 

 

 

                           any answers
                           in allusion, please
                           repeatedly if necessary

                           in sound-phrase only
                           to obviate agenda
                           over discussion

 

 

 

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radio wormhole: dawn
society wormhole: my life / of others

 

dawn

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1980, abandonment, breakfast, cars, dawn, eggs, emergence, fir, motorway, night, passing, radio, sound, streetlight, tea, travelling

 

 

 

                                dawn

                                the cabin-loggy

                                ===============
                               !! bacon-burger bar !!
                                ===============

                                blumbered from the crackly radio

                flat fried eggs blupped onto the bonnet from the tree-lamps
                                down the middle of the motorway

                and as the spikey-fine fir trees flinked some white silliness
                                into my piping-hot tea –

                “Whappo” said the tatty tyres slapping the tarmac
                                over the hills and far away

 

 

 

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abandonment wormhole: ‘“Never,” said the Sandman; / he blinked …’
cars & passing wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
dawn & night & sound & streetlight wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
emergence wormhole: glass
fir wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop
motorway wormhole: we // walk
radio wormhole: King of the World
tea wormhole: smiling
travelling wormhole: sometimes

 

King of the World

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2*, 2012, hills, night, orange, radio, Steely Dan, valley, yellow

 

 

 

                                King of the World

                                in the cabin out
                                in the hills

                      the machine fires
                      and hums with wavy needles

                                safe
                      with the oranges and yellows
                      and the valley of dark before me

                                I talk to the world

 

 

 

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hills wormhole: the sun / in a clean / industrial / sky
night wormhole: half an hour
orange wormhole: 1972
radio wormhole: rear attic / bedroom
valley wormhole: clouds
yellow wormhole: blue and green / a l l s  o  r  t  s

 

rear attic / bedroom

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'scape, 2012, 5*, bedroom, beige, childhood, curtains, Eglinton Hill, Manhattan, pink, radio, sun, walnut, white, windows

 

 

 

                                                      rear attic
                                                      bedroom

                                          in
                           through the
            smallpalepinkflowersonwhiteandbeige curtains
                           shaft of aslant sunlight
                           fanthening strip by strip along
                           the slighty embossed wallpaper
                           of the attic window alcove
                           until the edge of the inward-sloping
                           ceiling

                                          then
                           I whine to be picked out of the cot
                           I worry the railings the catch that holds
                           but don’t understand
                           but no one comes
                           so I notice the walnut record player and radio
                           stored away and standing like a
                           Manhattan apartment building

 

 

 

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a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
bedroom wormhole: the open window
beige wormhole: ‘dirty beige …’
childhood & Eglinton Hill & pink wormhole: there
curtains wormhole: snow and incense
Manhattan wormhole: travel writing
radio wormhole: radio
sun & white wormhole: sun low / from behind
windows wormhole: evening

 

radio

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'scape, 2012, 5*, black, doors, green, portrait, radio, Ramsden Heath, white, wood

 

 

 

                                                                   radio

                                   in one of the outhouses
                                   the green paint wooden door
                                   opened easily when the metal latch
                                   was raised – clack –

                                   petrol-crystal smell
                                   coal bunker dark

                                              adjust
                                              stay

                                   tools hung white-washed wall
                                   rake Wellington boots tea-box

                                   and that was Grandad’s radio
                                   handsome box walnut knots
                                   polished mesh cloth speaker
                                   onoff volume tuner tick-marks
                                   along different levels of realities

                                              unplugged
                                              no electricity
                                              in the outhouses

 

 

 

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black wormhole: your gold teeth
doors wormhole: winter / weeks
green wormhole: ‘across the flat meadow …’
radio & Ramsden Heath wormhole: Grandad / Redford
white wormhole: the Joker’s face
wood wormhole: one mirror

 

Grandad / Redford

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2011, 5*, being, brown, childhood, divorce, family, father, growth, history, jazz, radio, Ramsden Heath, son, war

 

 

 

                                Grandad
                                Redford

                      did ‘classified’ work
                                during the war
                      he worked 12 hour shifts
                                but found time to play
                                with his kids
                      what he achieved was
                                secret
                      but what he gave was
                                duty to his family

                      he left few things in the
                                world
                      his gun his radio
                                his workshop
                      from a time that was
                                brown and textured

                      and his son who feigned
                                in the world
                                but breathed another
                                as he drew on his pipe
                      and left his family
                                to start another

                      he never did play in jazz clubs
                                I never could be
                                part of his new world

                      and my achievement in this life
                                will be to just be
                                what I am in this world compassionately
                                not aloof from this world arrogantly

 

 

 

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being wormhole: gift
brown wormhole: 1970 // just now
childhood & Ramsden Heath wormhole: boots on / for a walk
divorce wormhole: from my childhood
family wormhole: in the gem shop / on the pier
father wormhole: chartless …
history wormhole: Being There (1979)
radio wormhole: dawn
war wormhole: ‘after the war …’