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Tag Archives: release

Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes

21 Tuesday Nov 2017

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2015, 6*, adjustment, apricot, closed, coffee, contact, dancing, David Lynch, death, Donna, eyes, face, feeling, fir, girder, happiness, home, life, looking, poetry, relationship, release, shift, story, Twin Peaks, woman, work

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                Pilot 125 …

                circular saws twist
                and sink to their jagged work

                tattered thighs stagger
                between girders – eyes closed over constant face

                … there was
                a death but the Douglass Firs shifted

                behind counters and
                coffee and Donna just felt … happy

                as all sorts of turns
                adjusted; death is the release of looking

                that is held too long –
                always the Douglass Firs need to shift – looking

                too far ahead
                is the death of contact and relationship –

                the fan revolves
                in the empty stairwell; looking back into the lens

                for existence is everlasting
                and beautiful death; sweat on the plough is

                far bigger than cabin
                and home where only the women have poetry

                plumes rise
                like cold apricot flesh

                cascades spread
                in chapters while everyone learns to dance the Moose Horn

                … being excursion in the interludes

 

… of intial episodes of the first season of Twin Peaks: this reading will require experience of being seen

 

 

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

apricot wormhole: faintly apricot air?
coffee & death wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
dancing wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
eyes wormhole: immeasurable love
fir wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
life wormhole: amid
looking wormhole: Bexhill 140215
poetry wormhole: over-pink cagoule
woman wormhole: the evening
work wormhole: breathing through hypnagogia

 

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my / superpower

30 Saturday Apr 2016

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2011, ambiguity, Batman, Beast, Buddhanature, Daredevil, dilemma, disempowerment, distrust, Dr Strange, emptiness, Hulk, identity, ignominy, ingenuity, insight, Kryptonite, naïveté, poem, presence, prohibition, release, Spiderman, stealth, Superman, superpower, Thor, tragedy, wisdom

 

 

my superpower

 

                                               my
                                superpower

                I am not implacable like Superman
                                              which is both my own Kryptonite
                                and my own presence

                I am not grim like the Batman
                                              which is both my own Tragedy
                                and my own wisdom

                I am not angry like the Hulk
                                              which is both my own Ignominy
                                and my own stealth

                I am not strange like Stephen
                                              which is both my own Ambiguity
                                and my own naïveté

                I am not a human god like Thor
                                              which is both my own Dilemma
                                and my own ease

                I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                                              which is both my own Disempowerment
                                and my own ingenuity

                I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                                              which is both my own Prohibition
                                and my own insight

                I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                                              which is both my own Distrust
                                and my own poem

                                no,

                                no

                                my super power
                                is far far greater
                                than all of these

 

 

 

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

Batman wormhole: early evening
Daredevil wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
disempowerment wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
Dr Strange wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
emptiness wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: need
naïveté wormhole: true nature
Superman wormhole: sit
superpower wormhole: exactly equal
Thor wormhole: song of irrelevance

 

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dedication

07 Tuesday Jul 2015

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2013, being, dedication, justice, letting go, openness, others, release, thinking, true nature

 

 

 

                                   dedication

                                   may I not try to teach
                                   and certainly not preach
                                   the most subtle trick of

                                   release from all thought
                                   that reaches for justice
                                   wherever you may be

                                   but rather let true nature
                                   be the open hand that
                                   holds what just is

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
dedication wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
justice wormhole: the pocket
letting go wormhole: travelling
openness wormhole: “King …”
others wormhole: my life / of others
thinking wormhole: for goodness’ sake

 

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(another / gulp of air)

20 Friday Mar 2015

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2013, being, breathing, doing, identity, life, living, realisation, rebirth, release, sitting, womb

 

 

 

                                (another
                                gulp of air)

                                a leap
                                a release
                                a splash
                                into a
                                quiet womb

                                floating … oh
                                I am to swim
                but every time I surface I find I am nowhere
                                to be found … oh
                                                              I am
                                              the water

                                no more struggle

 

 

 

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

being & doing & life & sitting wormhole: nu’ink, / that’s what
breathing wormhole: To my Mum
identity wormhole: Desolation Angels
living wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
realisation wormhole: between

 

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gulp // spout // and recede

19 Friday Jul 2013

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2011, 5*, acceptance, flow, justice, letting go, living, release, talking to myself, whale

 

 

 

                           gulp

                                          do not react
                                                     fight
                                                     complain anything that is wrong

                                          just swallow down
            the best thing I can do

                                                     but
                                          I haven’t been kind to myself
                                          I have swallowed
                                                     so
                                                     much
                                          I feel like a whale …

                           … then spout

                                          dive
                           revolve with the water
                                                     and recede
                                          without effort or gain

 

 

 

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

acceptance wormhole: in between
flow wormhole: unspectacularly / unexpectantly / undulatingly
letting go & talking to myself wormhole: what?
living wormhole: some steps
whale wormhole: chrysalissing

 

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‘every once in a while …’

25 Saturday Aug 2012

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2012, 4*, growth, identity, poetry, release, writing

 

 

 

                                every once in a while
                                the tangles fall apart
                                and I’ll write and write
                                wherever I are

                                but a lot of the time
                                I’ll try to compose
                                and the knots just get
                                tighter and tighter

                                besides I lost a lot of my hair
                                by my early thirties
                                I have to wear it short now
                                otherwise it looks silly

 

 

 

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

identity wormhole: I didn’t see it coming
poetry wormhole: c’mon
writing wormhole: calm down

 

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the osteopath

26 Monday Dec 2011

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2009, 3*, garden, green, grey, portrait, release, sky, snow, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                 the osteopath

                     working my spine
                     for forty minutes
                     while the grey sky
                     hung over the snow
                     and the neighbouring gardens

                     as my shoulder
                     released a stab of
                     sunlight hung
                     like a curtain
                     through the window

                     grass showing
                     under the fences

 

 

 

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

garden wormhole: ‘there’s a whole in our garden …’
green & sky wormhole: the silent night / of the Batman
grey wormhole: grey sky
snow wormhole: 1969
sun wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
windows wormhole: bath

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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  • 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 …
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    • 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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