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10 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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2012, 7*, age, awareness, being, creativity, doing, identity, letting go, life, play, pointlessness, sitting, spontaneity, superhero, talking to myself, teaching, the Atom, waves, writing, zazen

 

 

 

                                   I don’t play
                           enough now I’m fifty two
                                   spent forty four years
                           being super-heroic in a hundred
                                   secret ways to prove my
                                   authenticity

                                   way too serious
                           leaves me vulnerable – aghh
                                   someone caught a glimpse of me
                                   without my costume
                           weakening … me … can’t … uhh
                                   stand up
                                   must get … away
                           grit teeth r-treet
                                   mst bebyemslf

                                   and I don’t play
                                              spon
                                   I am not eous
           tan
                                                  c       r       e
                                                e    I am not   a
                                                  v       i       t

                 anywhere

 

 

                                                                                                            near
                                   as much
                                   or as often
                                   as I should
                                              be

                                                      when I sit I get all Ray Palmer-ish
                                   or hypnagogic
                           when I write I get all sizeist or structuralist
                                   or intimidated into block
                           when I teach I am locked down in the tragedy
                                   EVEN WHILE I SLEEP

                           I should sit
                           I should write
                           I should teach but

                                   nowhere near
                                   asuptightlyasIdo

                                              … so
                                   what do we want?

                           spontaneity creativity happiness relaxed alert sharp skipping smiley persistent retiring accommodating attention

                                              in what I am doing

                                   when do we want it?

                   NOW!!!

                                              all the time
                                   as it waves and troughs
                                              throughout the day

                                   not thrilled by bits
                                              not resentful of pieces
                                   holding all with attention

                                   holding all with attention
                                   and write something fucking
                                              happy for a change

                                                              start
                                   taking notice of everything
                                              you aware

                                                              start
                                   luxuriating and moving on
                                              simultaneously

                                              look at wood
                                              smell the air
                                              and always
                                              always move on

                                              don’t dwell
                                              anywhere
                                              making it
                                              superheroic

                                              and even when you do
                                   don’t make it a biggie
                                   give yourself
                                              a slightly exaggerated ‘tut’
                                   and look at the thing
                                              you are looking at and …

                                              drop

 

 

 

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

awareness & identity & teaching wormhole: dream / career
being & doing & writing wormhole: grey sky
creativity wormhole: Apologia
letting go wormhole: it is knowing what to drop once / everything has been collected together / that makes everything fit
life wormhole: the Schmuck and the Facilitators
play wormhole: at hand
pointlessness wormhole: snow
sitting wormhole: every time ambition / breathes
superhero wormhole: anatta
talking to myself & zazen wormhole: my job
waves wormhole: in the gem shop / on the pier

 

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don’t meditate / like a scientist

18 Wednesday Jul 2012

Posted by m lewis redford in poems

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2011, 3*, balance, breathing, growth, life, sitting, talking to myself, the Atom

 

 

 

                                                   don’t meditate
                                     like a scientist

                           zooming into
                           just the breathing
                           as if I were
                           Ray Palmer

                           rather
                           have an implacable
                           wide-open attention
                                     balance
                           between concentration
                           and openness
                           like a clean wide board
                           wide as life
                           shamatha       and
                           vipashyana

 

 

 

Ray Palmer was a DC comic character who was a scientist who found he could shrink himself down to tiny size and fight his enemies (by physically infiltrating them) as The Atom.   Science can become myopic when it tends to reduce what it observes to just it’s substrata …

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

balance wormhole: the art of living:
breathing wormhole: history
life wormhole: 20000 / steps
sitting wormhole: Shunryu Suzuki Roshi
talking to myself wormhole: really

 

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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!
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