the sitting room

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2014, 5*, anxiety, being, carpet, evening, green, home, looking, pattern, remembering, sitting room, sweet, taste, texture, tired, velvet, windows

                the sitting room

                                in the early evening –
                                                tired and sprangled – I
                notice the pattern of the carpet
                                soothing as a deep mint-green boiled
                                                sweet

                                                that I
                                might have looked through
                                                for quite a while
                before holding it in my cheek as I shuffled about
                                swallowing occasionally
                                                in remembrance and velvet texture

                                                and after so much anxiety
                                of effect and agent
                far outside the windows of the room, it was
                                                                good to be
                                                                back home

 

 

 

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anxiety wormhole: too much in arrival
being wormhole: work
carpet wormhole: languidly close the portal
evening wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
green wormhole: where else
looking wormhole: just
sitting room wormhole: Michael Redford: triptych
texture wormhole: written relief to / creeping anaesthesia / through palimpsest / and crankled page
windows wormhole: dream I // dream II

 

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facing the crime section

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2013, 6*, being, bookshop, finding, notebook, perspective, poem, remembering, wanting, writing

                I’m out
                I’ve remembered my notebook
                I’m sat in the book shop
                (facing the crime section)
                wanting too much to have…
                    …found the lean out|      |from which the
                                or the crevice|      |perspective will…
                                              reveal the poem
                                      to remember where I am enough
                                                                           to find it

 

 

 

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being wormhole: nevertheless
bookshop wormhole: dream / 221297
writing wormhole: written relief to / creeping anaesthesia / through palimpsest / and crankled page

 

breathing

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2*, 2013, attention, breathing, circular poem, living, remembering, sitting

                                    breathing
                     that I am …             let us
                   to notice                      spend an
             to remember                  hour or so
                                 remembering

 

yes this is a circular poem because you need to breathe in again after the last breath

 

 

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attention wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
breathing & circular poem wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
living wormhole: Open – All – Ours
sitting wormhole: six paramitas

 

Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I suddenly / remembered

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2016, 5*, evening, field, green, harvest, land, pipe, pub, quiet, remembering, smoke, society, sun, walking

                                drift from the land continues
                the prosperous rings expand, there are

                shirts and elbows in the Nag’s Head
                and smoke curling to the gloom above

                Lordly entry to the fields, in the center,
                the last sheaf, left standing; he

                knocks out his pipe on the window sill,
                echoing across still fields; the poem’s

                ‘flames upon the alter’ – energy of the
                sun; strolling through the green evening

                                I suddenly
                                remembered

 

read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Safe Home

 

 

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evening & field & smoke & sun & walking wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Safe Home
green wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
quiet wormhole: passing skies
society wormhole: coagulating

 

training the mind

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2013, abdomen, being, forgetting, letting go, LoJong, movement, posture, remembering, shoulders, transmission, travelling

                      training  the mind

                      to remember the abs
                      is to let all the move-
                      ment that travels th-
                      rough them progress
                      as it will not forget-
                      ting and letting the
                      back or the should-
                      ers do the job but al-
                      so not flexing them
                      and impeding their
                      t r a n s m i ss i o n
                      e    i    t    h    e    r
                      lowweighthighreps

 

 

 

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abdomen wormhole: I survived
being wormhole: [s]
letting go wormhole: enough
posture wormhole: sit
travelling wormhole: hungry for a thread or two

 

Hypnopompia

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2014, afternoon, breathing, class, clouds, doing, grey, identity, life, remembering, silk, sleep, static

 

 

 

                                Hypnopompia

                first you encounter steel-wool static
                                clouds of it
                like a noisy class in a bottomless afternoon
                                              then you
                remember to breathe and regroup yourself a little
                                                              too much
                and slip-slide away on grey silken handkerchiefs from
                                              one scene
                to another until it all just stops and then you can
                                get up
                and bustle around sorting out the house

 

 

 

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breathing wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
clouds wormhole: To my Mum
doing & identity & life wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
grey wormhole: mass
sleep wormhole: darkness

 

morning

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'scape, 2012, 5*, blue, cat, death, fir, green, lifetimes, morning, portrait, rain, remembering, sky, wind

 

 

 

                      morning

                                   is it just fanciful to think
                                   that it rained all the day you died
                                          and I freshly grieved
                                          the hundred times that
                                          I’d forgotten and then
                                          remembered again
                                   and it blew all the night you died
                                          and I recited my prayers
                                          and thought my thoughts
                                          trying hard to keep my mind
                                          on the emptiness you had become

                                                              but this morning the sky
                                                              is bright bright blue and
                                                              the fir trees are leaning
                                                              here and there not quite sure
                                                              what they are doing here
                                                              all brushed up now
                                                              clean and bristling

 

 

 

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… in memory of: Bob 1995-2012
blue sky & green & rain & sky & wind wormhole: Bob // 1995/2012
cat & death & lifetimes wormhole: mourning
fir wormhole: perched
morning wormhole: duck calls

 

‘so easy to forget to sit …’

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2012, 3*, gathering, growth, Manhattan, remembering, sitting

 

 

 

                           so easy to forget to sit
                           so easy to forget

                           how much to focus
                           how much to hold

                           when I am walking
                           when I am reading

                           when I am talking
                           when I am sitting

 

 

 

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Manhattan wormhole: oh
sitting wormhole: distraction