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Tag Archives: Robin

Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow

23 Sunday Oct 2016

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2016, 9*, alley, axe, birth, black, blue, classroom, echo, eyes, faces, fields, garden, grey, hate, hazel, ivy, kitchen, leaf, life, love, mist, morning, passing, pigs, pink, Ramsden Heath, Robin, silence, sky, snow, sound, speech, step, sun, teacher, thought, ugliness, vertical, waiting, walls, white, windows, winter, witness, woodland, yellow

            snow

            waiting;

            ruffles beneath the trembling ivy,
            divergent verticals in the hazel coppices;

            silence;

            reverent steps, and in the cavernous
            grey of high hangs the faintest, pink;

            baton;

            on a woodland bank a single lesser
            periwinkle holds up a blue flower,

            by the wall a solo leaf descants to the ground
            and a snowflake touches the cheek;

            turn;

            the black background of the woods
            a million flakes seen,

            in the classroom thirty pairs of eyes
            drift across to the window

            and the music teacher holds
            his sentence;

            thought;

            leeward black, and fields of white, if
            we were to hate everything that

            included rip and tear of any ugliness,
            there would be nothing left to love;

            morning;

            through window panes the sun
            is a flat yellow disc viewable

            without hurt to the eye,
            mist divides land into borough

            and alleyway stepping crunch from the
            steam kitchen into the sparkling garden;

            piggery;

            at the bottom of the garden,
            piglets stop snuffling around and stand

            looking, like little pink statues, then …
            hurtle across the yard barking at the sun

            (the sow had rather build her nest in the
             corner of the field, one morning

             she was there, an army of piglets
             lined up at the milk bar

             the most ridiculous expressions
             of content upon their faces, and

             a robin on the solid water
             of the cattle trough);

            witness;

            the ch-nnk and bite of axe in log
            bounced across the fields to the woods and back with

            such clarity I expected it to continue
            as he laid his axe aside, “Morning”,

            “Morning”;

            it is not winter that dispels life,
            but life that dispels winter

 

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

 

 

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black & blue & echo & eyes & faces & fields & garden & grey & kitchen & life & love & morning & pink & silence & sky & snow & sound & sun & walls & white & windows & winter & yellow wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Snow
faces wormhole: “The Lady from Nowhere”
passing wormhole: trying to focus / on walking
thought wormhole: Clea
waiting wormhole: returning home handsome

 

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‘in clear oil air …’

06 Wednesday Jan 2016

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1996, air, Batman, Batmobile, Batsignal, being, buildings, eyes, faces, glass, light, mauve, oil, point, portrait, purple, Robin, sky, staring

 

 

 

                in clear oil air

                the sky is always
                mauve
                the buildings
                purple

                the Boy Wonder
                with glass eyes
                points away

                to the Batsignal
                the Batman
                holds the steering wheel
                staring ahead

                the light gleams
                over his oily skin
                and fleshface

                anyway

 

 

 

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air wormhole: zazen
Batman & purple wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
being wormhole: if left alone
buildings wormhole: ING IS BELIEVING
eyes & light wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
faces wormhole: mauve / night
glass wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
mauve wormhole: 1967
Robin wormhole: where the real action // always is
sky wormhole: “walking …”

 

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where the real action // always is

13 Tuesday Jan 2015

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2014, 6*, Batman, buildings, city, doing, emptiness, flagpole, identity, karma, mask, others, Robin, shadow, society, space, windows

                                   in the event of evasion
                                   from certain karma

                                   Dick and Bruce will slip
                                   away to an upper room –

                                   they are useless in crowd –
                                   to don costume alone and

                                   deep under their masks,
                                   where plain windows

                                   show a city behind their
                                   deeper selves where they

                                   ease out over edge and
                                   cornice with only shadow

                                   to accompany then stepped
                                   descent through air defined

                                   by façade twenty storeys deep
                                   via flagpole to where the real action

                                   always is

 

 

 

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Batman & shadow wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
buildings wormhole: silence
city wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
doing wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
emptiness & space & windows wormhople: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
identity & others wormhole: right to be
Robin wormhole: never there
society wormhole: castrated

 

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never there

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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2014, 6*, appearance, Batman, buildings, chimney, dialogue, doing, emptiness, pointlessness, reaching, Robin, rooftops, society

                al ways
                on     a
                c u rve
blocks of building arise from the Batman
                decoding to Robin
                                the lives of modern civilisation
                despite all dialogue
                                but using all appearance

                                              the duo point
                                like retrievers
                ever on a cornice ever by chimney where
                                                              reach is capped and hidden
                                from its own point
                                              and ever ready to step full
                                                              into the implicit abyss

                                                                                              which is never there

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: ‘anyway / is it all just / a dream?’
buildings & chimney wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
doing wormhole: tong // len
emptiness wormhole: – sigh! –
pointlessness wormhole: stuck free to move within
Robin wormhole: a maturity
rooftops wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
society wormhole: Dr Strange IV – ellipses

 

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a maturity

15 Wednesday Oct 2014

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2014, 6*, Batman, clouds, cowl, doing, eyebrow, eyes, green, looking, maturity, non-doing, realisation, Robin, shadow, skyline

                                          it is the cowl
                                evinces the realisation in the
                                          mould of brow

                                          it already looks
                                in the direction of the green glove
                                          pointing beyond

                                          to the waves
                                of cloud above the skyline
                                          make his eyes

                                          blank when
                                he contemplates deeply and throws his
                                          shadow ogre-ly

                                          against a wall
                                the action then is succinct and
                                          sufficient

                                          to queer
                                the obstacle before it even reaches:
                                          a maturity

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: whirlpool
clouds wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
doing wormhole: extrapolates
eyes & Robin & shadow wormhole: capes flying
green wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
looking wormhole: rainbow
realisation wormhole: cloud
skyline wormhole: Batman#175

 

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capes flying

14 Thursday Aug 2014

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2014, 4*, Batman, black, blue bat, eyes, giant, Norman Saunders, river, Robin

                                              capes flying

                                when a
                giant radioactive rat
                                rose from the river
                                Batman and Robin
                                swung
                their soulless boots – legs braced ready –
                                towards the creature’s flank

                                but the size
                                of the rat
                made it freeze of movement
                                              like a painting
                                and its black-eyed realisation also
                                              froze the
                                              Dynamic
                                              Duo such that their feet never connected
                                no matter
                                              how hard they pushed

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: only the Batman realises that he is dead
black wormhole: Love Me Do
blue bat wormhole: gotcha
eyes & river wormhole: Tulips by Sylvia Plath – How Far To Step Before You Raise The Other Foot
Robin wormhole: point of realisation

 

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point of realisation

24 Thursday Oct 2013

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2013, 6*, Batman, buildings, city, dark, evening, faces, realisation, Robin, shadow, sky, time, walls, white

 

 

 

                           consternation
                      frowned the face and cowl
                      of the Dynamic Duo as people
                      made for home around them
                      and the grim realisations of buildings
                      rose behind them under the
                      dirt-office evening sky

                           later
                      in the dark of the Bat Cave
                      the determination whitened
                      the walls in the shape of a
                      Bat Shadow but it wasn’t until
                      four the following evening
                      that the shadows on the walls

                           magnified
                      their point of realisation

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: Infantino world
buildings wormhole: clouds
city wormhole: Batman 168
evening wormhole: (Little by Little)
faces wormhole: 32 years
realisation & time wormhole: to live with
Robin wormhole: LET’S GO!
shadow wormhole: 1965
sky wormhole: only
white wormhole: 1968

 

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LET’S GO!

27 Saturday Apr 2013

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2011, 4*, Batman, being, black bat, breathing, doing, Robin, speech

 

 

 

                                                                      LET’S GO!

                                   shouted Robin with
                      a little too much enthusiasm

                                   but the Batman said nothing
                      and waited just two seconds then

                                   deep breath

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: tired – diptych
being & doing wormhole: dedication / prayer
black bat wormhole: umbrella duel
breathing wormhole: morning / cloud pass
Robin wormhole: The Batline Life-line
speech wormhole: iffyakan / getawaywi`it / you can `ave it

 

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The Batline Life-line

03 Friday Aug 2012

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2011, 4*, Batman, blue bat, grass, identity, orange, Robin, trees

 

 

 

                                   The Batline
                      Life-line

            even while the Batman
            pulled – his whole weight
            folded back from the edge
            of the water –

            and Robin wholly relied on
            the foot of rope between them
            as though he were deep
            out in the lake

            the autumn trees and grass
            on the far shore remained
                      orange

 

 

 

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Batman & identity wormhole: Batman: Year One (1987)
blue bat wormhole: fir trees
grass wormhole: beep
orange wormhole: the receding / roads of Hejira
Robin wormhole: Let’s Go
trees wormhole: ‘thinking things through …’

 

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Let’s Go

24 Tuesday Apr 2012

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2007, 4*, Batman, black bat, comics, eyes, moon, night, orange, Robin, white

 

 

 

                                              Let’s Go

                                left arms swung outwards
                                as they ran

                                under the orange moon
                                capes unfurled

                                their heads reached
                                through the oily night

                                with white eyes

 

 

 

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Batman & comics wormholes: we play a game
black bat wormhole: brown suit
eyes wormhole: gaze
moon wormhole: ‘to one side …’
night wormhole: Ramsden Heath
orange wormhole: ‘under the orange streetlamp the …’
Robin wormhole: the Bat-parent
white wormhole: Earwig Corner / out of Lewes

 

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