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1964

18 Sunday Feb 2018

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1964, 2016, 8*, afternoon, apricot, breeze, childhood, circle, city, comics, culture, docks, eyes, faces, groundlessness, growth, horses, humanity, Journey Into Mystery, life, mouth, Saturday, seeing, skyline, story, Thor, time, vision

                1964

                I found that
                there were circles
                in life turning

                wide and oiled
                around invisible axes above
                darkening city-lines

                the faces of ages
                at the circumference, caverns
                in their mouth

                and vision
                in their eyes that is lost
                in their own story

                which I cannot
                fathom; Saturday afternoons
                fashion

                an apricot balm
                that wingèd horses
                can scarce be seen

                and humankind
                is blinded in its
                multiplying culture:

                the tied piles
                at the docks are creaking
                the eyes, turn,

                down;
                in all the starry cosmos of time
                there is no floor

 

Journey Into Mystery #104, May 1964; Stan Lee, Jack Kirby; I submitted this to a local poetry competition – not even an honorary mention

 

 

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1964 wormhole: 1964
afternoon wormhole: low afternoon
apricot wormhole: Pilot 125 … // … being excursion in the interludes
breeze wormhole: sweet chestnut
childhood wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
city wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
comics wormhole: Batgirl –
eyes & faces & mouth wormhole: I am not yet ready
groundlessness wormhole: travelling // arrival
life & seeing wormhole: Sheffield Park Gardens
Saturday wormhole: in the Java ‘n’ Jazz
skyline wormhole: two profiles
Thor wormhole: pen and ruler
time wormhole: certainly a Captain, / but not America

 

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pen and ruler

23 Wednesday Nov 2016

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2015, 23rd century, 5*, architecture, city, dock, earth, gods, humanity, river, Thor, time

                stepped to the earth
                a god stood like a man

                brooded on the docks
                by the pillars while a

                city grew and festered
                about the river in the

                twenty third century
                pen and ruler

 

possibly a poeview of ‘thru these architect’s eyes by David Bowie without my even realising it at the time

 

 

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architecture wormhole: this aching // and spacious dichotomy
city wormhole: 1964
river wormhole: industrial estate
Thor wormhole: my / superpower
time wormhole: just saying, is all VI: // accountable / for my own outbreath / …

 

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my / superpower

30 Saturday Apr 2016

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2011, ambiguity, Batman, Beast, Buddhanature, Daredevil, dilemma, disempowerment, distrust, Dr Strange, emptiness, Hulk, identity, ignominy, ingenuity, insight, Kryptonite, naïveté, poem, presence, prohibition, release, Spiderman, stealth, Superman, superpower, Thor, tragedy, wisdom

 

 

my superpower

 

                                               my
                                superpower

                I am not implacable like Superman
                                              which is both my own Kryptonite
                                and my own presence

                I am not grim like the Batman
                                              which is both my own Tragedy
                                and my own wisdom

                I am not angry like the Hulk
                                              which is both my own Ignominy
                                and my own stealth

                I am not strange like Stephen
                                              which is both my own Ambiguity
                                and my own naïveté

                I am not a human god like Thor
                                              which is both my own Dilemma
                                and my own ease

                I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                                              which is both my own Disempowerment
                                and my own ingenuity

                I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                                              which is both my own Prohibition
                                and my own insight

                I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                                              which is both my own Distrust
                                and my own poem

                                no,

                                no

                                my super power
                                is far far greater
                                than all of these

 

 

 

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Batman wormhole: early evening
Daredevil wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
disempowerment wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
Dr Strange wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
emptiness wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
identity wormhole: need
naïveté wormhole: true nature
Superman wormhole: sit
superpower wormhole: exactly equal
Thor wormhole: song of irrelevance

 

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song of irrelevance

29 Wednesday Feb 2012

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2011, 5*, childhood, Cyclops, emergence, growth, Hulk, identity, life, morality, pointlessness, power, reality, speech, talking to myself, Thor

 

 

 

            song of irrelevance

            all the platitudes
            all the advice and truisms
            over the years sound
            more and more like
            ‘you have to be the man
            of the house now …’

            so I’d better shut up
            and get on with things
            even though they have
            all gone wrong
            shut up and do not express
            your own experience
            if you speak the final straw
            you will storm peoples’ worlds

            what power I thought later
            and what awe-full responsibility
            all these innocent people
            lost in their mirage
            all these people
            with only their mirage
            like my Mum
            all these people
            like my Mum

            and if I let out my power
            like Cyclops
            if I express my doubt
            like the Hulk
            if I showed my power
            like Thor with a god’s madness
            I would destroy everything
            around me
            and all my mothers
            would suffer the soft violence
            ‘nothing left to hold on to
            not death from the world
            but life in a destroyed world

            so I have manacled
            myself to a morality
            I will not speak I will not argue
            I will not make a play
            a hideous morality
            practised despite what I
                      would
                      say

                      what I do say
            moves deeper and deeper
            inside me covered over
            by compliance and victim

            but then – my fatal weakness –
                                I am asked what I think
            what I say what I do
                      do I answer do I shrug
I can’t help myself I respond
                                naively and inevitably
                      what I say think do
            overtly implicitly criticises
                      the Way Things Are Done

            so I am not listened to
                                I am not listened to
            this casts me completely adrift
            what I say think do
            is irrelevant
            what I feel is irrelevant
            my experience is irrelevant

            I stand by myself
            others move around
            all with their part in the drama
            to play I am irrelevant
            ‘doesn’t matter if I say
            or do anything or not

 

 

 

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childhood wormhole: ‘deep green paint of the …’
emergence wormhole: warp and weft
identity & talking to myself wormhole: I
life wormhole: vision-seeing-being
reality wormhole: wrong
speech wormhole: we play a game
Thor wormhole: biography

 

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biography

28 Wednesday Dec 2011

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2010, 4*, Alan Watts, Allen Ginsberg, Avengers, Batman, comics, Dr Strange, Emma Peel, floorboards, Gide, growth, identity, Infantino, Kirby, Neal Adams, pointlessness, reading, Salinger, sky, skyline, snow, streets, Thor, Tintin, tv, William Carlos Williams, windows, writing

 

 

 

                            biography

                      I didn’t lose myself in:

Batman’s Cowl Indestructible Scarlet UNCLE Saint Rainbow Batman POW Fantastic Tintin’s Landings FAB Empty Streets Diana Rigg’s Face Hey Hey We’re The Hopkirk’s ‘Jeanie’ Lost in Space MTM’s Make It Magic Roundabout’s Mirrored Movements Infantino’s Green Sky the Legion’s Pastels Sprang’s Angles Star Trek’s Apricot Skies Thor’s Kirby Infantino’s Leaning Skylines Ditko’s Strange M*A*S*H’s Jeeps Tom & Jerry’s Gop & Sto l’Alissa du Porte Etroite the Waltons’ Attic Window the Docks of O’Neill’s Batman the Cardigan of Starsky the Silent Films of Ashby & Altman the Floorboards of Gerber the Next Guest of Parkinson Green-Spined Penguins Adams’ Cape Szymczyk’s Name Kaluta’s Office Window Catcher’s Snowy Streets WCW’s Red Wheelbarrow Pollack’s Still Dramas Gene’s Colan the Watts of Alan Glass Apartments Mayerick’s Holmes John Buscema Dharma Bums’ Mountain Mersey Poets’ Wet Streets Miller’s Rooftop Water-towers Roseanne’s Darlene Cheers’ Coloured Checks Monologues of Desire Ginsberg’s Nod

                      I never had myself
                      to lose in the first place

                      but I found a
                      sense of self
                      in them sheltering

                      from the pointlessness
                      the purposelessness
                      of life

                      which grew to be
                      mark redford

                      but I am neither
                      Mark Redford
                                              – oh … –
                      nor the pointlessness
                                  – phew! –

                      I am just
                      writing these words and you – completingly –
                      are reading them

 

 

 

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Allen Ginsberg & Salinger wormhole: time
Batman & comics & writing wormholes: the silent night / of the Batman
Dr Strange & Thor wormhole: my / superpower
floorboards wormhole: To my Mum
identity wormhole: roof-top vigil
pointlessness wormhole: mass
reading wormhole: Initiation
sky & snow & windows wormhole: the osteopath
streets wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
tv wormhole: Hill / Street / Blues

 

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my / superpower

26 Saturday Nov 2011

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2011, 4*, Batman, Beast, being, comics, Daredevil, Dr Strange, growth, Hulk, life, Spiderman, Superman, Thor, zazen

 

 

 

                                      my
                     superpower

            I am not implacable like Superman
                     which is my own Kryptonite
            I am not grim like the Batman
                     which is my own Tragedy
            I am not angry like the Hulk
                     which is my own Not Being Accepted
            I am not strange like Stephen
                     which is my own Ambiguity
            I am not a human god like Thor
                     which is my own Dilemma
            I am not webbed in moral struggle like Spiderman
                     which is my own Shifted Agenda
            I am not fore-sighted like Daredevil
                     which is my own Not Being Listened To
            I am not mellifluent like the Beast
                     which is my own Distrust

                     no

            my powers are far far greater
            than any of these

 

 

 

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Batman & comics wormhole: Batworld
being wormhole: just
life & Superman wormhole: by default
zazen wormhole: right effort

 

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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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    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
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    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
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    • nan
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