transferring

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1990, 2017, 7*, air, apricot, blue, branches, commentary, connection, corridors, distance, fall, falling, fence, flow, here, humour, iconography, land, microphone, muddy, neon, night, openness, phone, shirt, sky, sound, spark, teeth, telephone lines, thawing, traffic lights, transference, trees, Twin Peaks, voices, water, waterfall, wind, wood

                here

                are the transferring phones
                dialling over waterfalls
                voices in the curly wire

                giving soundtrack and
                commentary through
                all manner of splayed connection

                in the trees, through
                empty corridors – the transformer
                must be off, or something:

                muddy waters to apricot air
                sparks grade, twist and edge teeth
                into lumber … oh, checkshirts;

                the post fence sinks to land
                and distance, there is air
                in a wide-open microphone

                there is neon under a
                dirt blue sky, through all the branches
                a cascading iconography

                of posthumour – fall flow thaw;
                at night the wind
                moves the swinging lights

 

mostly a palimpsest of season 1 from 1990 of Twin Peaks

 

 

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air wormhole: with all love released
apricot wormhole: 1964
blue wormhole: fifty-eight // and silent prayers
branches wormhole: ash leaves
flow wormhole: Batgirl –
night wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping
openness wormhole: clear as vista
sky wormhole: glancing up from the text / searching for ground …
sound wormhole: sreet
traffic lights wormhole: traffic lights and broad avenue
trees & wood wormhole: … the underleaves show
voices wormhole: the turtle and the yoke
water wormhole: sharpened apex
wind wormhole: lost the search

 

glancing up from the text / searching for ground …

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2017, 5*, Bodhisattvacaryavatara, body, camouflage, emptiness, grey, ground, legs, profile, quiet, rooftops, sky, space, spider, study, telephone lines, vertical, windows, world

                glancing up from the text
                searching for ground ah,

                look at you and your little
                fat body standing side-on

                and vertical to the world
                with six legs pointy into

                space quite despite the two
                slightly divergent phone lines

                stretching quietly above
                the rooflines and before the

                wide grey sky in which is
                camouflaged … everything

 

chapter 9 of the Bodhisattvacharyavatara is both a simple and necessarily complicated teaching about the nature of reality: the simple bit is understanding that nothing exists as it appears; the complicated bits are what to do with this understanding at every turn of attention

 

 

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emptiness wormhole: skeins of candy pink and lilac
grey wormhole: … the underleaves show
quiet wormhole: oh, alright then
rooftops wormhole: cool / tiled flooring
sky wormhole: sreet
space wormhole: sharpened apex
study wormhole: two profiles
windows wormhole: ash leaves
world wormhole: letting them go

 

while

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2013, 5*, aircraft, Beatles, drops, garden, laundry, mist, New York, sound, streets, sun, telephone lines, trees

                reading about John Lennon
                settling into New York after
                the split with the Beatles while

                the mist is hanging on the trees down the street
                and the sun is trying to burn through on the washing
                I’ve put on the line and drops

                hang regularly and irregularly
                from the telephone wires all
                through the medium of stacking planes

 

 

 

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garden wormhole: municipal garden
mist wormhole: such such potential
sound wormhole: divergent // direction
streets wormhole: slow enough / to have love
sun wormhole: windows // and balconies
trees wormhole: where else

 

fine droplets / across the glass

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'scape, 2013, birch, chimney, combe end, drops, fir, glass, grey, house, mist, notice, rain, roof, sky, streets, telephone lines, trees, waves, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                              fine droplets
                                              across the glass

                                              unnoticed
                as the mist wafts in occasional waves
                                              all up the street
                                and before and after the telephone wires thrum and
                                                              bounce but
                looking above the roof of the house opposite
                                the fir tree bristles and waves
                                                              constantly
                                              behind
                                while the bare birch just shrugs

                                              a chimney
                                              more trees
                                              light grey
                                              sky above

 

 

 

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birch wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
chimney & house & trees wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
combe end wormhole: knees
fir wormhole: dawn
glass & grey wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
mist wormhole: because
rain wormhole: library windows
roof wormhole: suddenly fly off again
sky & streets wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
waves wormhole: development
wind wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
windows wormhole: Grizedale College

 

thar she perched

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2013, ankle, breasts, earth, hair, knees, lap, legs, light, lotus, meaning, mist, morning, nose, posture, stone, Sylvia Plath, Tara, telephone lines, trees, typewriter, waist, walls, words, writing

 

 

 

                      thar she perched on the dry stone-
                      capped stone wall one morning
                      misty swirled the trees on the flat-
                      meadow horizon with right leg folded

                      down slipper-pointing to the earth with
                      sharp-ankle contrast to the stone and
                      left leg folded up anchored over right
                      knee padding-(pushing / rocking a loose

                      stone?) like Tara ready to step from her
                      lotus with pretty waist and pulled-back
                      sleeves – wait wait – she pulls the sheet
                      from the neat-clack type-writer perched-

      nestled against shin-bone in her lap – whawassat? – sheet stays wrapped around
      the platen, shoulders, bandana’d hair, pointy nose, pointy breasts, all, read
      attention to the words – held held – and while a telegraph pole leans slightly
      from the weight of all its messages a light flashes up from the distant trees

 

 

 

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hair & mist wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
light wormhole: ‘in the centre of the bare room …’
meaning wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
morning wormhole: 1977
posture wormhole: gently straighten
stone & trees wormhole: H e a v e
Sylvia Plath wormhole: living mystery / murder theatre
Tara wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
walls wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
words wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
writing wormhole: un … able

 

… the discipline of shamatha / and the waft of vipashyana

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'scape, 2013, 6*, attention, awareness, Bournville, chimney, drops, glass, gutter, rain, roof, shamatha-vipashyana, sky, sound, telephone lines, time, trees, wind, windows, Woodbrooke

 

 

 

                                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
                                into gutters despite the moss

                                the frame has ghost-shifted
                                double but still 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
                                and the waft of vipashyana

 

 

 

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attention wormhole: snow
awareness wormhole: tapestry
chimney & rain & sound & wind wormhole: early bed tonight
glass wormhole: Batman 168
roof wormhole: new life
shamatha-vipashyana wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners
sky wormhole: 1996 dream
time wormhole: :just wondering …
trees wormhole: dream 040198 / Eglinton Hill
windows wormhole: open window

 

‘white blossom …’

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'scape, 1993, 4*, blossom, bushes, curtains, open, telephone lines, white, windows

 

 

 

                           white blossom
                           on a bush an empty
                           but white criss-cross trellis
                           by the wall the net curtain flaps
                           slightly out the window
                           and the telephone line
                           thrums

 

 

 

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blossom wormhole: ‘peoples’ heads …’
curtains & white wormhole: twilight
windows wormhole: ‘white blossom …’

 

light blue and grey

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'scape, 1994, 6*, birds, blue, clouds, grey, Hillside, rain, sky, telephone lines, wind, windows

 

 

 

                      light blue and grey

                                              through a sky
                                finished
                                raining

                      now and in
                      front of which thrum
            two telephone
            lines

            in the wind

                      at times

                      fly two
            birds one

                                              straight
                      past the clouds
                                the other
                                curling between
            them and the wires

                      although
                      miles away

 

 

 

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birds wormhole: all
blue sky & grey & sky wormhole: twilight
clouds wormhole: ‘light blue …’
Hillside wormhole: electric guitar
rain wormhole: the class
wind wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
windows wormhole: sun through / the hedge