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Hastings: neither all or nothing

07 Thursday Feb 2019

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2018, 7*, being, birch, blue, buildings, church, doing, flats, furniture, grey, Hastings, height, houses, net curtains, passing, pavement, reaching, reason, roads, sea, silver, sky, steeple, steets, time, Victorian houses, walking, windows, wondering, writing

                                                                Hastings: neither all or nothing

                I walked steep down
                                through Victorian house fronts
                                                down the whole height of the
                                                                church steeple

                and stood at the grey sea
                                wondering if there was good reason
                                                to write of it, after all;
                                                                the houses

                were now flats with nets knotted in the
                                windows and abandoned furniture
                                                on the street, but look,
                                                                that corner building

                built to the shape of bifurcating roads, oh
                                and the silver birch at the edge
                                                of the pavement reaching
                                                                up into the blue

                cleared sky and although I needn’t write it,
                                I do; and the roots of this small
                                                tree have bulged the paviours
                                                                unnoticeably over the years

 

 

 

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

being & doing wormhole: it’s / not what you do or what you say / if it ain’t got that swing
birch wormhole: over-pink cagoule
blue wormhole: {reading right to left}
buildings & silver wormhole: London, 1809
church wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
grey & sky wormhole: Impression of Winter: Carriage on a Country Road, 1872
net curtains wormhole: keep the light off
passing wormhole: passing
roads wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XI by William Carlos Williams
sea wormhole: Fishermen at Sea, 1796
streets & writing wormhole: on facing the Have
time wormhole: somehow
Victorian houses wormhole: Victorian pipework
walking wormhole: blister on me thumb
windows wormhole: Dulwich College, London, 1871

 

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16 Monday Feb 2015

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2015, 6*, air, Alan Moore, architecture, buildings, columns, earth, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, God, gods, ground, history, life, purpose, reason, sky, skyline, stone, travelling, vision

                                                                                                            ha ha ha

                                   so, there always is purpose
                                   (two men ride on a carriage)
                                   it was all about, everywhere,

                                   locked in stone and resonance
                                   (the gods never disappeared)
                                   reason punctured the skyline,

                                   vision was buried in the ground,
                                   reason made the sky stop
                                   in a line, defined the sky

                                   in our mind, from the earth;
                                   there is a point inevitably
                                   atop every steeple, there is

                                   always only a point, there is
                                   always only one God, above
                                   all columns and pediments …

 

askance from chapter four of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook

 

 

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

air wormhole: the edge has come …
architecture & Alan Moore & life wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
buildings wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
history wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
sky wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
skyline wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
stone wormhole: I am a solid block of stone
travelling wormhole: step

 

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    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
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    • 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
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
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