prelude: // travel

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2013, 6*, acceptance, castle, coffee, compassion, doing, driving, dust, field, green, Have, mist, motorway, passing, people, progress, self-compassion, sky, steel, stone, sunlight, tarmac, travelling, waking, wood

                                prelude:

                had a day to myself
                no work to do no family no obligation
                I could have built myself a castle stony to the sky
                but I did nothing to make my mark in the world
                nothing to house
                the sky

                and I felt strangely accepting of that
                a sort-of love really

                                travel

                woke-up stupid lack-slept
                but I have a certain love for myself
                and I get on with last-minute packing

                people, slaves in so many ways to Have
                but I have a certain love for myself
                and can accept us all to suffer our own coffees

                there is steel in all the greens and mist in all the sunlight
                the harvester shaves the field to dust and someone
                burns the wood to waft across the motorway

                but I have a certain love for myself and
                I let them all pass and while the rubber turns
                the tarmac I progress to a destination

 

 

 

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acceptance & sky wormhole: stone
coffee wormhole: magnificent salad
compassion wormhole: so pleased to see you again
doing wormhole: wasted –
field & green wormhole: greedy
Have wormhole: beepbeep
mist wormhole: retirement
motorway wormhole: dawn
passing & travelling wormhole: handsome
people wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
stone wormhole: Salisbury Cathedral // suspended in everything
wood wormhole: the 19th century

 

time

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'scape, 2013, 3*, buildings, crane, glass, grasshoppers, legs, London, steel, Thames, time, wind

                      time

                the giant grasshoppers
                      squatted
                and rubbed their hind legs
                      together

                two years later steel & glass
                      twisting
                pedestals swayed slightly
                      beneath
                      them

 

 

 

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buildings wormhole: the skyline
crane wormhole: 1965
glass wormhole: poessay III: jijimuge
London wormhole: lonely and free
Thames wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
time wormhole: pen and ruler
wind wormhole: monument to vainglory

 

being in love – poewieview #26

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'scape, 1971, 2016, bardo, birth, blues, Bowie, clouds, desert, emptiness, family, green, grey, home, horizon, ineffable, lemon, life, lifetimes, love, mauve, mist, mountain, orange, rebirth, roots, sky, smoke, sound, speech, steel, travelling, voices, whisper

                                the wide wide landscape and the family tree
                                are just the same when found through mist;

                                blues rising from the homestead chimney
                                in the grey and green glade of, everwhere;

                                then everything stepped up over the far
                                mountains mauve of orange horizon

                                filled the sky to cross the desert in a
                                single bound; whispered sweet nothing

                                into my ear with heightened register as
                                the clouds pointed unutterably across

                                the lemon-steel sky, far too wide and grey
                                and blue to close my mouth, over;

                                I’ll have to levitate, ascend above the roots
                                of no return – tug-snapping, pull-holding snap –

                                you could see, there then, that this was not
                                about love this was all about being in love

 

just close your eyes: Lightning Frightening, 1971; Moonage Daydream, 1971

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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1971 & Bowie wormhole: words tumble like / boulders – poewieview #25
clouds wormhole: nothing to say
emptiness & lifetimes & sky & speech wormhole: too late:
family wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
green & grey & horizon & life wormhole: furl-reach
lemon wormhole: ‘went up to London and what did I see; …’ – poewieview #7
love wormhole: true nature
mauve wormhole: mauve
mist wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
orange wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
sound wormhole: fine
travelling wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
voices wormhole: 1965

 

London Hearts – poewieview #4

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1966, 2016, Bowie, brown, daylight, faces, father, growth, heart, identity, London, morning, mother, night, promenade, purple, railtrack, steel, streets, sunlight, windows, words, world

                                London Hearts

                                              – o –

                                              father’s – brown – world

                mum’s bare wind-ow

                                              – o –

                                soft steel tracking straight around
                into another night

                                and morning faces quick and aquiline
                make darts and words

                                that lace the daylight like the lamps
                along the promenade to

                                bask along the sunny side of where we’ve grown
                too much

                                until

                                I don’t – know – where, because
                the streets – aren’t – there

                                anymore

 

London Boys, 1966

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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Bowie & London & mother wormhole: ‘went up to London and what did I see; …’
brown wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
faces wormhole: ‘in clear oil air …’
father wormhole: spit / spot
identity wormhole: development
morning wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
night wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
promenade wormhole: dream 260815
purple & windows wormhole: bamboo-green boiled sweet / with soft purple filling
streets wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
words & world wormhole: poessay X: soul love – poewieview #2

 

“walking …”

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'scape, 2013, afternoon, Birmingham, blue, Bournville, city, green, grey, housing estate, lamp post, rain, sky, steel, sunset, walking

 

 

 

                           walking
                     in the afternoon
                     after the rain
                along the green in the housing estate
                     above the city

                     a single
                grey lamp post rose into the steel blue sky
                     but was not yet alight
                     where the sun had
                     already set

 

 

 

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afternoon wormhole: Sunday afternoon
blue & city & green wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
grey wormhole: clouds
lamp-post wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
rain & sky wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
sunset wormhole: Compartment C, Car 193, 1938
walking wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons

 

clouds

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'scape, 2013, birdsong, black, blue, boulders, candyfloss, clouds, drifting, frond, girder, gliding, gorge, green, grey, iced bun, incandescence, Independence Day, kettle, moss, National Geographic, pan, passing, pine, plume, sky, slow, snow, spaceship, steel, sun, swirls, washing up, wasp, water, waterfall, white

 

 

 

                                              clouds

                                sun fresh-laid snow grey
                                moss on boulders grey
                wisps of steel scourer grey
                                              kettle-plume greys
                                slightly bulging wide underneath of girder grey
                                new galvanised pan grey
                                                                gorge grey
                                black and white National Geographic waterfall grey
                                bowl of water after the washing up greys
                white billows beside the clear blue grey
                                speed-swirls drifting achingly slow grey
                                incandescent candyfloss grey
                                gliding in front of girth belt of grey
                                giant iced bun finger grey dropping
                                              undercarriage like a wasp grey
                                Independence Day invading spaceship grey
                                              where has all the birdsong gone grey

                all behind and above the green-dark silhouette of pine fronds

                                                                                 grey

 

 

 

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black wormhole: 2 pm
blue wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
clouds & grey & passing wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons
green & white wormhole: when in Belgium do as the chocolates do
pine wormhole: Ashdown Forest / 080213 14:47
sky wormhole: row boat
snow wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
sun wormhole: com- / mute
water wormhole: sooner or later

 

Le Pont des Arts, 1907

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1907, 2015, air, bridge, cream, Edward Hopper, grey, lemon, morning, Paris, passing, river, sea, sky, steel, sunlight, walking, wind, years

 

 

 

                           Le Pont des Arts, 1907

                           in 1907 girders were made
                           curved to span a river in
                           tempered sprung, perched
                           across pillars, a taut hold
                           of tonnage letting the

                           frozen strain of arched
                           air through which to sea,
                           allowing the first parting
                           for cream sunlight to
                           wash the quays a new day,

                           holding up ridiculous Way
                           for passers-over blown
                           full against over-clothes
                           regalia by the fithery grey
                           sky preparing lemon

 

 

 

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air & grey & wind wormhole: sooner or later
bridge & Paris wormhole: The Louvre in a Thunderstorm, 1909
Edward Hopper & years wormhole: Western Motel, 1957
lemon wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
morning wormhole: Morning in a City, 1944
passing wormhole: all along the blue sky
river wormhole: Bodiam Castle
sea wormhole: dream 230315
sky wormhole: hungry for a thread or two
sunlight wormhole: sit
walking wormhole: Sunday afternoon

 

“write, let’s break outta here!”

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2012, beauty, compromise, creativity, depression, letting go, life, living, samsara, speech, steel, walls, writing

 

 

 

                                “write, let’s break outta here!”

                      stuck in compromise
                      a-foreclosed, I need to
                      break out, I need to create

                      something strange and
                      beautiful – too hideous to
                      contemplate – and abandon it

                      in order that it digest into
                      my everyday construction,
                      rags around the base of a high, steel wall

 

 

 

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beauty wormhole: it is complete
compromise wormhole: block ‘n’ role
creativity wormhole: start where / you are II
depression wormhole: relapse
letting go wormhole: like butterflies on / buddleia
life wormhole: recovered
living wormhole: dream 260815
samsara wormhole: un … able
speech wormhole: … anymore
walls wormhole: mauve / night
writing wormhole: after all?

 

room 506 / Central Park

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'scape, 2012, 4*, buildings, Central Park, charcoal, clouds, grey, hotel, Manhattan, park, sky, sparrows, steel, streetlight, subway, traffic lights, trees, windows

 

 

 

                                   room 506
                                   Central Park

                      already I am become
                      familiar branch leans
                      apricot street lights white
                      path lights traffic lights
                      sparrow calls of buildings
                      between traffic and
                      lmmmdmda-lmmmdmda – laersssh
                      through rain dusty windows all
                      under grey sky steel clouds
                      and shifting charcoal

 

 

 

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buildings wormhole: ‘to one side …’
clouds wormhole: cloudy
grey wormhole: stormy sky
hotel wormhole: Comfort / Hotel
Manhattan & sky & sparrows & trees wormhole: ‘travelled a long time …’
park wormhole: on the hill
streetlight wormhole: down through the night
traffic lights & windows wormhole: ‘first thing / in the morning …’