time

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2013, 5*, arrival, doing, future, identity, past, seeing, sitting, thinking, time

                     time

                     to see now
                     where I came

                     from, where
                     I have arrived

                     at; to see where
                     I will go, at how

                     I am doing
                     what I do; to

                     see what
                     I am thinking

                     and look at
                     how I see

                     what is all
                     about me

 

 

 

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doing wormhole: inner / hegemony
identity wormhole: free
seeing wormhole: every step I take
sitting wormhole: divergent // direction
thinking wormhole: redundant
time wormhole: such such potential

 

redundant

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2013, 6*, achievement, answers, awareness, being, letting go, questioning, quote, thinking, writing

                                              the penultimate
                page of this notebook, do I fill it up
                                in order to let there be

                                              no waste
                or do I leave it bare because that’s where
                                I finished anyway

                                              to almost-
                full or fallen-short, achieved or not
                                achieved, that

                                              is the question,
                whether thinking makes it so or not
                                is the answer,

                                              but that
                awareness accompanies all            and
                                the writing

                                              of it
                makes either – to be or not to be –
                                redundant

 

 

 

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awareness wormhole: passing below
being wormhole: where it has taken birth / may it not decrease …
letting go wormhole: reading // unstirred
thinking wormhole: was there a moon / on the alleyway wall / confused in front of / the city skyline?
writing wormhole: handsome

 

the // orange rose

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2015, 7*, being, clouds, communication, creativity, flag, Herstmonceux Castle, listening, metaphor, orange, passing, patience, realisation, rose, sculpture, smell, stone, talking, thinking, time, writing

                we talked, you have to listen
                to the stone, said the sculptor,

                you have to have the patience to
                start and the patience to stop;

                like working with a blank page,
                I said; “but the page was not

                formed by weight of time,” I
                thought, cleverly doing myself

                out of a metaphor; I wandered
                on and stopped to smell the

                orange rose and noticed the
                clouds drift heavy and close

                above the nations’ flags, to
                realise I was wrong to equate

                the stone with paper …

 

the second of four in the Herstmonceux Triptych (uh oh); on this day Hilary Manuhwa was exhibiting his works in the grounds of the castle; we had a lovely scattery conversation under the windy trees; have a look at cultureinstone if you are interested

 

 

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being & stone wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
clouds & passing wormhole: occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y
communication & time wormhole: pine // gladioli // [&] wisteria
creativity wormhole: No
listening wormhole: returning home handsome
orange wormhole: 1968 – orange sand and mauve mist
realisation wormhole: comfy
smell wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
talking wormhole: to rescue something
thinking wormhole: was there a moon / on the alleyway wall / confused in front of / the city skyline?
writing wormhole: holiday

 

was there a moon / on the alleyway wall / confused in front of / the city skyline?

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2014, 5*, action, Batman, cape, city, connection, faces, light, moon, plants, shadow, silhouette, skyline, thinking, trees, walls

                was there a moon
                on the alleyway wall
                confused in front of
                the city skyline?

                the rising moon over the city
                makes action detached,
                the figure lost in silhouette
                but for highlighted cloth-crease
                and pad of shoulder

                whereas indoors
                the silhouette is lightened on body and wall
                and shadows appear
                across the face of thinking men
                while potted plants look on
                in foreground and detail

                the journey from city to house
                is between two trees as the moon descends
                you need simply lean in lunge and cape and arm
                and you’re there
                under the sole arc of light
                clashing outlines of silhouette
                interconnected and enlightened

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: the / bright yellow / world
city wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Safe Home
faces wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – mmpph’
light wormhole: AT-tennnnnnnn – waitfrit waitfrit – SHUN!
moon wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – moment
shadow & skyline & trees wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – … as the new town marches in
silhouette wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
thinking wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
walls wormhole: the 19th century

 

like ink – poewieview #23

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1970, 2016, being, Bowie, brain, branches, city, dark, earth, edge, emergence, floating, ink, light, orange, passing, Plumstead, red, Shrewsbury Park, sky, streetlight, thinking, trees, turning, writing

                                passing by the edge of the park under
                                occasional orange lamp, the dark trees
                                turn unable to contain the floating
                                brain of revolving redness in the branches

                                ah, but the city lights, spread about like
                                dust reassure that there is darken sky
                                without passion that moves free and sudden
                                over only orb and lonely branch like ink

 

oh, God, I should be dead: She Shook Me Cold, 1970; pack a pack-horse up and step-up here, on Black Country Rock, 1970

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

 

 

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being wormhole: rhymed
Bowie wormhole: miss / ad / venture – poewieview #22
branches wormhole: train journey // like a branch
city wormhole: Quiver of / Tiffany – poewieview #20
emergence & orange & Plumstead & streetlight & writing wormhole: up on the hill
light wormhole: 1964
passing wormhole: tabla
red wormhole: the start of adolescence
sky & trees wormhole: Jon
thinking wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving

 

tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving

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2014, awareness, cause and effect, crap, giving, letting go, red, sitting, story, taking, talking to myself, thinking, tonglen, warp, weft, white, world, worth

 

 

 

                                tong len
                the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect
                                taking and giving

                                every time I notice
                ‘thinking’, I’ll take the hit and, like a hair out of hot butter,
                                I let it go

                                and another
                complex storyline a-sunders somewhere
                                in the middle

                                some place
                in my world, somehow in the world
                                and even when

                                I don’t notice
                ‘thinking’ and I warp and I weft cold red-edged
                                with hot-white

                                I’ll still know
                I had a crap session, a crap day
                                and the story

                                lines won’t
                quite reach a cliff hanger
                                to be continued

                                I can think
                ‘a good job done’ and let it go, give
                                it out

                                for all its worth and
                                for all it’s worth and
                                for all the worth that is

 

 

 

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awareness wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
compassion wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
giving wormhole: teached / in the ass
letting go wormhole: really really
red wormhole: don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18
sitting wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
talking to myself wormhole: dear clown’s face
thinking wormhole: really
white wormhole: quick inventory after coffee
world wormhole: just saying, is all IV: // lost

 

really

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2013, boy, Brighton, eyes, gesture, hands, hearing, hill, nasty, passing, phone, portrait, posture, smile, speech, surprise, swan, talking, thinking, walking, writing

 

 

 

                           coming this way
                           down the steep hill
                           a little man, a boy really,

                           taking bigsteps wide
                           keeping ‘is un-laced trainers
                           on cos’ee was too busy

                           living to tie ‘em up
                           on the phone, arm poised
                           hand like a swan’s head

                           ‘til ee makes a point;
                           will he say it was ‘like’
                           two or three times

                           within earshot his eyes
                           are slightly bulging now
                           steps even wider (‘as he

                           shat isself), no, smile,
                           satisfaction, ‘it was like’ –
                           arm out hand opening like a petal –

                           ‘The Journey of the Stars’; so,
                           I had to write it all down although
                           I’m not yet sure why

 

really; there are some things I don’t like about myself – and for good reason … by some time I’ll realise what they are

 

 

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Brighton wormhole: ‘from under the awning …’
eyes & smile wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
hands wormhole: three musicians
passing wormhole: Grizedale College
posture wormhole: because
speech wormhole: crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10
talking wormhole: currency: / assent for statement – / ‘smakin’alivvin’
thinking wormhole: new garden
walking wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
writing wormhole: ‘my best writing happens …’

 

new garden

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1971, 2011, black, cat, childhood, eyes, fence, future, garden, Genesta Road, glasses, John, light, Nan, thinking, trees

 

 

 

                                              new garden

                wire fencing held up
                by sticks and weeds
                between gardens
                and gentle light

                from between the trees
                plays full on my Nan’s face who has
                taken off her glasses for awhile
                closed her eyes thinking of the future

                and sideways across
                my brother’s face who
                holds a black kitten intent
                not to let it drop

 

 

 

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1971 wormhole: 1971
black & light wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
cat wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
childhood wormhole: 50 mph
eyes wormhole: Chop Suey, 1929
garden wormhole: all along the blue sky
Genesta Road & Nan wormhole: dream 260815
glasses wormhole: is that so!
thinking wormhole: if left alone
trees wormhole: 1963

 

if left alone

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2014, being, change, existence, letting go, lost, making, nothing, peace, thinking, time, true nature

 

 

 

                               nothing is
                             ever lost
                           that was
                        n’t there           when things
                       all along              change
                         anyway               from start
                          but that                to finish
                             thinking             because
                            made it so          everything
                                                    changes
                                                  by itself
                                               peacefully

                                 if left alone

 

 

 

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being wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
change wormhole: Sunday afternoon
letting go wormhole: when writing // stay
thinking wormhole: grrr
time wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931

 

grrr

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2012, anger, breathing, discipline, feeling, identity, mind, poem, posture, sitting, talking to myself, thinking, writing

 

 

 

                      grrr – must sit down and be
                           disciplined and correct and not move
                      arggh – focus on breathing
                           not let the mind wander
                      aghh – I’m being angry
                           stupid stupid regain
                      nooo – I’m writing a poem
                           … oh, no I’m not

 

 

 

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breathing wormhole: offer the victory and accept the defeat
identity wormhole: 50 mph
mind & thinking wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
posture wormhole: sit / and move
sitting wormhole: my way
talking to myself wormhole: [s]
writing wormhole: when / ever