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… the underleaves show

09 Wednesday May 2018

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2017, 7*, black, brick, Carol, crank, faces, glasses, grey, hair, Ironbridge, leaves, mirror, progress, purple, railtrack, reading, steam, sunglasses, table, thrust, time, trees, Victorian, walls, wind, windows, wood

                greased and black teeth interlock
                in turn from steam built to release

                to crank the thrust trained to track
                sooner ahead and curving to distant

                future while bricks stack high to
                shape an echoey wall up to 1000 a

                day, coal-faced and sullen and bolts
                sunk into wood that will never be

                undone again all the while
                the wind blows the upper trees …

                                — O —

                bottom of the tall mirror above
                the wooden table tops the back

                of handsome hair let grey with
                sunglasses and purple glasses on

                the end of her nose reading
                something carefully before the

                five-high-four-wide-flank-of
                paned windows all along the front of the Refreshment Pavilion and

                when the wind blows high
                … the underleaves show

 

Blists Hill is a delightfully recreated Victorian industrial town near Ironbridge, Shropshire which tags itself ‘The Birthplace of the Industrial Revolution’ we revisited in May 2017

 

 

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

black & purple wormhole: polystyrene / boulderscape
Carol & hair wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
faces wormhole: sharpened apex
glasses wormhole: Batgirl –
grey wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Working
leaves wormhole: travelling // arrival
mirror wormhole: Coleton Fishacre
reading & wind wormhole: perspective
table wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
time wormhole: Bridgnorth
trees & windows & wood wormhole: {Ellen Terry’s house}
walls wormhole: behind / glass walls and wan and hooded eye

 

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I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command

04 Thursday Jun 2015

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2013, calves, Carol, doing, feet, grey, hair, hands, identity, life, looking, love, marriage, portrait, shoulders, sunglasses, walking, watching

 

 

 

                                              watching
                                that woman, there, striding
                                away from the bench to
                                peer down the road-works
                                to see what they’re up to
                                in her ill-fitting sandals
                                heel lift and flick-in a little
                                with slim calves and Hampshire
                                lope and shuffle
                                with arms dangling hand-lazy
                                off sad-mouth shoulders and
                                shapeless jumper (that she
                                always wears these days) and
                                that mad puffball of grey
                                kept in check only, only by
                                              sunglasses

                                              that woman
                                married-with for thirty two years
                                through accumulating betters
                                and diminishing worses
                                off to cook a meal
                                because she’s got an idea
                                while I rest from the back
                                I pulled doing nothing significant
                                on a long short walk hands held
                                              together

                I love with all the history and lack of perfections at our command

 

 

 

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

Carol wormhole: hot summer / morning
doing & identity & life wormhole: the stance of Buscema // qualitatively
feet & walking wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
grey wormhole: 1963
hair wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
hands wormhole: “King …”
looking wormhole: Totnes
love wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.

 

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oh,

10 Friday Apr 2015

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2014, coffee shop, curtains, eyes, footsteps, girl, hair, Hastings, life, muse, notice, passing, portrait, posture, sunglasses, walking, windows

 

 

 

                                                                                 oh,
                                you walk past the curvéd
                                windows with your lace-up
                                DMs and rumpled skinny jeans
                                leaning slight to each step

                                retracted jaw with hooded eye
                                searching a head past hair draped
                                like a curtain developing a
                                hump already in her short life –

                                there she is again bought a
                                pair of bug-eyed sunglasses
                                now the hump is gone and
                                the following foot sweeps
                wide

 

 

 

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

coffee shop wormhole: gold wedding band
eyes & hair wormhole: Dionne Warwick
girl & muse wormhole: bottom of Herbert Road to the / foot of Eglinton Hill dream
life wormhole: Hypnopompia
passing wormhole: separate
posture wormhole: thar she perched
walking wormhole: ‘in the midst of winter …’
windows wormhole: ‘the dining room …’

 

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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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  • Bodhisattvacharyavatara
    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • 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
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
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  • poemics
  • poeviews
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