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'scape, 2013, Bournville, carillon, chimney, communication, constancy, direction, drops, glass, gutter, moss, rain, roof, seeing, shamatha-vipashyana, sky, sound, time, trees, wind, windows, Woodbrooke
staying at Woodbrooke again for a short break, I need to celebrate by posting one of my favourite poems, written here, again …
the frame stays constant
the trees tall and wave
in constant negotiation
with the drifting sky
the Bournville Carillon
strikes ten in all directions
some faint some bong
a telephone wire draped
from a chimney to a ridge
like a skipping rope and
the constant run-off onto
gutters despite the moss
the frame has ghost-shifted
double but remains constant
the pane is not seen at all
until I notice the drops run
and then the frame snaps clear
and c – o – n – s – t – a – n – t
such useful things: windows …
… the discipline of shamatha
the waft of vipashyana
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
chimney wormhole: the breath of London
communication wormhole: currency: / assent for statement – / ‘smakin’alivvin’
glass & sky & sound & windows wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
rain wormhole: south horizon
roof wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
seeing wormhole: out!
shamatha-vipashyana wormhole: Do Nothing Usually / Take Everything Regularly / Consider It All Clearly / And Step Aside It Waltzingly
time wormhole: if left alone
trees wormhole: new garden
wind wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931