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Tag Archives: railtrack

… the underleaves show

09 Wednesday May 2018

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2017, 7*, black, brick, Carol, crank, faces, glasses, grey, hair, Ironbridge, leaves, mirror, progress, purple, railtrack, reading, steam, sunglasses, table, thrust, time, trees, Victorian, walls, wind, windows, wood

                greased and black teeth interlock
                in turn from steam built to release

                to crank the thrust trained to track
                sooner ahead and curving to distant

                future while bricks stack high to
                shape an echoey wall up to 1000 a

                day, coal-faced and sullen and bolts
                sunk into wood that will never be

                undone again all the while
                the wind blows the upper trees …

                                — O —

                bottom of the tall mirror above
                the wooden table tops the back

                of handsome hair let grey with
                sunglasses and purple glasses on

                the end of her nose reading
                something carefully before the

                five-high-four-wide-flank-of
                paned windows all along the front of the Refreshment Pavilion and

                when the wind blows high
                … the underleaves show

 

Blists Hill is a delightfully recreated Victorian industrial town near Ironbridge, Shropshire which tags itself ‘The Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution’ we revisited in May 2017

 

 

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black & purple wormhole: polystyrene / boulderscape
Carol & hair wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
faces wormhole: sharpened apex
glasses wormhole: Batgirl –
grey wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
leaves wormhole: travelling // arrival
mirror wormhole: Coleton Fishacre
reading & wind wormhole: perspective
table wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
time wormhole: Bridgnorth
trees & windows & wood wormhole: {Ellen Terry’s house}
walls wormhole: behind / glass walls and wan and hooded eye

 

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B le tch l ey P ark

28 Thursday Apr 2016

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1960s, 1980s, 2016, 20th century, Bletchley Park, blink, cable, change, children, chimney, colour, communication, culture, data, Edwardian, elbow, ethic, Europe, eyes, grain, Have, history, hotel, ink, knowledge, legacy, living, Luton, marble, meaning, metal, militarism, mind, night, pattern, poem, point, politics, possibility, power, railtrack, rhythm, smell, smile, society, sound, story, subversion, table, the British Empire, thought, time, timetable, typewriter, veins, windows, wood, World War, writing

 

 

 

                                B  le  tch l  ey      P   ark

                                Edwardian fingers pointed
                                from military sleeve the way
                                in and the way through

                                while some knew that a W
                                will never return a W and
                                we will henceforth return

                                to a following possibility of
                                change, the veins in marble
                                cladding and the grain in

                                parquetry floor were no
                                longer décor of legacy but
                                cover for subversion – smiling

                                minds up in front of chimney
                                stacks – no, now, platted
                                and inflexible cable linked

                                lozenges of releasing code
                                (no-longer-just-location)
                                in patterns of levered ratchet

                                across European divide; no more
                                the flurry scratch of ink across
                                blotted paper with fortitude

                                and Empire wile, now the
                                erstwhile sturdy tables were
                                anchored by elbow and fallen

                                eye gazed at shifting pattern,
                                now the heat of metal and
                                ribbon made the ink fume

                                like acid; now was the time
                                of proletariat genius as tape
                                connected the diagonals and

                                metal frame softened and
                                bent in constant hold;
                                now the colour was splashed

                                and the ethic was learned
                                and the story is told to the
                                schoolchildren who – blink

 

visit, 260416, pages of scribbled notes; the poem sifted and shifted until a pattern formed and simultaneously dispersed, across time; in the hotel room in Luton right next to the rail-line which slingshot-ricochet’d passing trainsnotstopping in the window one side, out the window the other, all night and all of the day, in timetable but not necessarily rhythm

 

 

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20th century wormhole: impressionism
change wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
chimney wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
communication wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
eyes & Have & history & hotel & time wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
knowledge wormhole: 1963
living wormhole: need
meaning wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
mind wormhole: becoming
night & society wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
power wormhole: top table
politics wormhole: dear clown’s face
smell wormhole: when writing // stay
smile & thought wormhole: while walking
sound wormhole: 1965
table wormhole: 1964
windows wormhole: mauve
wood wormhole: quick inventory after coffee
writing wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25

 

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early evening

04 Friday Mar 2016

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2015, Batman, blind, death, evening, killing, kitchen, life, light, moon, mother, mouth, neighbourhood, origin, railtrack, silence, streets, talking, tongue, windows

                                early evening

                the whole borough of neighbourhood
                was blind, save occasional kitchen

                window, between the footings of an
                elevated rail line emerged a mouth

                with tongue slightly too big as it talked,
                fingered the lady’s necklace, closed its

                mouth to shoot, beads bouncing about
                the street, moon through metal lattice

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: bookmark
death wormhole: seventy two, perhaps – poewieview #9
evening wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
kitchen & silence & streets wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
life wormhole: strange / tarnish
light wormhole: keep the light off
moon wormhole: the windmill
mother wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
mouth wormhole: recovered
talking wormhole: really
windows wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14

 

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London Hearts – poewieview #4

02 Tuesday Feb 2016

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1966, 2016, Bowie, brown, daylight, faces, father, growth, heart, identity, London, morning, mother, night, promenade, purple, railtrack, steel, streets, sunlight, windows, words, world

                                London Hearts

                                              – o –

                                              father’s – brown – world

                mum’s bare wind-ow

                                              – o –

                                soft steel tracking straight around
                into another night

                                and morning faces quick and aquiline
                make darts and words

                                that lace the daylight like the lamps
                along the promenade to

                                bask along the sunny side of where we’ve grown
                too much

                                until

                                I don’t – know – where, because
                the streets – aren’t – there

                                anymore

 

London Boys, 1966

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

 

 

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Bowie & London & mother wormhole: ‘went up to London and what did I see; …’
brown wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
faces wormhole: ‘in clear oil air …’
father wormhole: spit / spot
identity wormhole: development
morning wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
night wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
promenade wormhole: dream 260815
purple & windows wormhole: bamboo-green boiled sweet / with soft purple filling
streets wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
words & world wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2

 

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New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931

24 Sunday Jan 2016

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'scape, 1931, 2015, chimney, decades, Edward Hopper, facade, house, lawn, morning, New York, railtrack, sky, sun, trees

 

 

 

                      New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931

                      morning sun appears in fat fingers along the
                      railway track, along the lawn getting somewhere:

                      it fringes the finials of the trees and brush
                      phlanged in all directions but splats façade-

                      on and aspectedly against the sited house for
                      decades reaching 3D chimneys high to the sky

 

 

 

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chimney wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
Edward Hopper wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
house wormhole: sit
morning & sky wormhole: library windows
sun wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
trees wormhole: train journey // like a branch

 

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House by the Railroad, 1925

25 Tuesday Aug 2015

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1925, 2015, architecture, Edward Hopper, house, passing, railtrack, rooftops, shadow, song, sound, windows, years

                                House by the Railroad, 1925

                                now the sides go up
                                yes the sides go up

                                and the columns come down
                                yes the columns come down

                                and the windows look out
                                yes the windows look out

                                and the windows let in
                                yes the windows let in

                                and the ledges stick out
                                yes the ledges stick out

                                and the roofs step up
                                yes the roofs step up

                                and the shadows cast depth
                                yes the shadows cast depth

                                all cushioned by the sleepers
                                all cushioned by the sleepers

                                of the track track track … annd

 

 

 

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

architecture wormhole: up here
Edward Hopper & rooftops & windows & years wormhole: The Louvre in a Thunderstorm, 1909
house wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
passing wormhole: along
shadow wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
sound wormhole: The Godfather III: // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH …

 

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    • Chapter 4
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    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • 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
  • index
    • #A-E see!
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