Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20

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2016, abundance, atrophy, bitterness, Bowie, city, cross, curtains, decay, defeat, dockside, earth, gods, hatch, horizon, humanity, love, mortality, mountain, opening, pen, piles, plane, portal, privacy, rage, reverse, river, ruler, sphere, step, tears, wanting, waves

                                reverse
                of usual effulgent horizons opening like shallow waves
                                              logarithmically
                                wanting
                fall-to-knees mortality and tears over abundance, equally
                                              untenable
                                              atrophic

                                stepped to the earth
                                from the mountains
                                a god stood like a man

                                down by the docks, by
                                the piles, while a city grew
                                and festered all about

                                the river: hatch and cross,
                                pen and ruler, private
                                and bitter, sphere and

                                plane, all with woven
                                curtain pulled, defeated,
                                across every portal, and

                                no room for Quiver of
                                Tiffany, only a rage that
                                I cannot control, after all

 

through the lonely portals of The Supermen, 1970; Saviour Machine, 1970; Running Gun Blues, 1970

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

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
city wormhole: gotcha
curtains wormhole: the art of sit and follow
horizon wormhole: stacked
love wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
river wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
tears wormhole: dear clown’s face
waves wormhole: thick thick fog

 

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dear clown’s face

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2013, armour, attitude, audience, breathing, clown, cobwebs, eyebrow, gaze, identity, infiltrate, managerialism, motive, politics, professionalism, revenge, talking to myself, tears

 

 

 

                                so what shield do I wear to the
                                Opera of Minimum Standards
                                what armour what attitude for
                                to raise my eyebrows brave above
                                Cacophony of Professionalism

                                what motive-secret knowledge
                                to infiltrate to play unseen but
                                still to breathe deep amid the
                                Way Things Are These Days
                                what revenge could I …

                                … no, Mark, no; let all the cobwebs
                                gather by themselves let them
                                roll out and flurry over the crowd
                                while you stand there nonplussed,
                                turn your head to the audience and

                gaze a little agog and welled tear on your dear clown’s face; then breathe

 

 

 

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breathing & talking to myself wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
identity wormhole: through
managerialism & politics wormhole: teached / in the ass
professionalism wormhole: portrait

 

‘the dining room …’

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1980, blue, dancing, dining room, empty, furniture, mouse, puppet, spotlights, tears, windows

 

 

 

                           the dining room
                           clear of furniture
                           the blue marionette
                           in bright dinner jacket
                           performed a stiff
                           arabesque under the
                           window-spotlight

                           cheeky satisfaction
                           running down his face
                           he tip-toed over to his
                           top hat, tapped it twice
                           and disappeared
                           a mouse in the corner
                           ate his shoes

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: the edge has come …
dancing wormhole: ‘in the centre of the bare room …’
spotlights wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
tears wormhole: 32 years
windows wormhole: To my Mum

 

32 years

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2013, 5*, Carol, commitment, faces, finding, hands, life, lifetimes, love, married, tears, vow, war

(unfortunately we were on holiday when our anniversary came to visit so I couldn’t correspond the event with my posts as I’d planned (I haven’t mastered hold-publishing tool with any confidence yet); it happened quietly and gloriously on 25^th August – we are saccharinely proud of ourselves; please retrospectively wish us well; thank you)

 

 

 

32 years

I made a heart-sob vow
lifetimes ago holding the
dear tear-scarred face in my hands
while the war of life raged all around
I will never leave you
I will always find you
again

 

 

 

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C & hands & life & love wormhole: we still stroll there
faces wormhole: Saturday
lifetimes wormhole: some steps
tears wormhole: ‘from the …’
war wormhole: bombs on / Catford

 

‘from the …’

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'scape, 1980, 2*, blue, city, eyes, stars, tears, velvet, white

 

 

 

                           from the
                           velvet blue plain
                           he looked up
                           at the white city wall
                           the stars twinkled
                           his lips blushed
                           and fawning emotion
                           unfolded from his eyes
                           like portcullises

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: ‘our blue soft eyeballs kissed …’
city wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
stars wormhole: the silent night / of the Batman
tears wormhole: “…he paced about the bricks with / empty glasses…”
white wormhole: ‘small Tina at the table …’

 

“…he paced about the bricks with / empty glasses…”

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1980, 6*, beach, blue, breeze, cars, Cluster & Eno, desert, desertion, eyes, father, music, portrait, puddle, review, sky, speech, streets, tears, water, yellow

“Wehrmut” by Cluster & Eno, from the album ‘Cluster & Eno’ (1977)

 

 

 

                           “…he paced about the bricks with
                           empty glasses…”

                you could see the dust around his
                shining car
                driving into the desert

                           (he was driving through water he was
                            going away
                            he was drowning).

                In the rooftop restaurant
                I could barely see his eyes under
                the reflection of building and sky

                           (on the street we
                            walked past the deep-blue sky poster
                            for cigarettes)

                when he walked
                the air rippled through his head
                like worms, he said,

                           “…I felt the clear emotion
                             of the sky
                             I…”

                “…crumpled inside
                  felt like wallowing yellow
                  like ribbed yellow…”

                           “…in my chest in
                             whapple, lapple, lapping, lopping…”
                           he laughed, dead serious.

                He told me once
                he smiled on the beach, the puddles
                smarted his eyes

                           cut them:
                           real yellow tears
                           real yellow tears
                           real yellow tears

 

 

 

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beach wormhole: the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations
blue sky wormhole: morning in / Shrewsbury Park / reading POW comics
breeze wormhole: ‘hovering …’
cars & music wormhole: To my Mum
eyes wormhole: the VERY THINGS
sky wormhole: grey sky
speech & streets wormhole: Rue de Provence
water wormhole: summertime
yellow wormhole: ‘in the summer-morning sun …’