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between

02 Saturday Feb 2019

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2018, 5*, ambition, being, between, birth, career, doing, eyes, growth, justice, living, practice, reference, Salinger, Sartre, speech, study, teaching

                                                                                                between

                                there’s something not right about all this
                                the mismatch between what is said and

                                the delay of their eyes, between justice
                                and making living, the ‘bad faith’ and

                                the ‘phoniness’, the study and the reference,
                                the practice and the ambition, the birth

                                and the growth, the teaching and
                                the career – leaves you betwixt

                if you’re at all
                lucky

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: Fishermen at Sea, 1796
career wormhole: how to teach
doing wormhole: on facing the Have
eye wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
justice wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
living wormhole: Victorian pipework
practice wormhole: to arms, then;
speech wormhole: somehow
study & teaching wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118

 

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poessay VII: // true revolution

06 Tuesday May 2014

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2010, 2013, 6*, being, breathing, doing, emotion, emptiness, living, others, poessay, reality, revolution, Sartre, sitting, talking to myself, thought

 

 

 

                                              poessay VII:

                                              true revolution
                                is in the mind
                                              it starts as Sartre said
                                when you say no but does not
                                              inevitably
                                become transitive action
                                              denying for others
                                              denying through others
                                                              that would be a violence
                                a personal experience made to shape another’s reality no

                                              the no
                                              actually
                                isn’t even a denial more an
                                              acknowledgement
                                              more a watching
                                more a not-becoming-beguiled-in-it
                                              not becoming en-guiled
                                                              by not caging reality
                                                              by not declaring reality by it
                                by not ‘avving a word’ so

                                              what is it
                                that you say no to?
                the eternal tapestry of thoughts and emotions
                                which are the froth of reality
                                but not the reality itself
                                              once it has all settled
                                                              of its own accord
                                                                                 the form is emptiness
                and all the thoughts and feelings that tessellate during sitting
                                              which are noticed – thinking –
                                              and let go – breathing –
                                                              return to the emptiness that they never left

                                              sitting
                                is practising revolution
                                              like a Moebius strip
                                              and so is
                                living
                afterwards

 

 

 

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

being & doing & living & talking to myself wormhole: the pocket
breathing wormhole: ‘til death do us part
emptiness wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
others wormhole: silent crash // … / after all
poessay wormhole: poessay VIII: / educational behaviourism
reality wormhole: I glimpse above the rooftops
sitting wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
thought wormhole: words

 

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anxiety

08 Wednesday May 2013

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2011, 5*, anxiety, Camus, de Beauvoir, Koestler, loneliness, philosophy, pointlessness, Sartre, talking

 

 

 

                                     anxiety

                                     of a lost opportunity
                                     never had

                                     Sartre and de Beauvoir
                                     Camus and Francine
                                     Koestler and Mamaine
                                     went out and dined
                                     and drank and flirted and
                                     talked fine philosophical
                                     talk and slid in and out
                                     of their own legends

                                                                      relief
                                     when they all went home
                                     lost the buzz and felt
                                     tired and suicidal

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
alone wormhole: preee- / senting // en- / senting
anxiety wormhole: but there …
loneliness wormhole: patronage
philosophy wormhole: anathema
talking wormhole: have got // can do

 

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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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    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 4
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    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • 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
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