‘… plane is upright …’

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1965, 2018, 7*, being, brick, buildings, carlights, circular poem, city, curtains, Dr Strange, existence, eyes, field, floor, guidance, hats, life, lightning, looking, moebius, moon, neighbourhood, passing, perspective, plane, rain, resolution, shadow, sign, speech, Stan Lee, steel, step, Steve Ditko, Strange Tales, streets, sun, throat, time, turning, vertical, walking, walls, way, windows

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                            when field of all temporal …
                                                              than just a façade but                           …
                                                                                                                                   …
                                      of steel and brick more                                                        … plane is upright
                                    the hatch and cross                                                                          and turned to perspective

                      windows, for a second                                                                                              and route is looped
               through endless endless                                                                                                      through the eye of

       neighbourhood boroughs                                                                                                               its own step, there will be
                 will be revealed as                                                                                                                     curtains of reign

   lightning where canyons                                                                                                                        through which to stride
             will always turn to                                                                                                                          oblivious, but the loss under-                                                                        

        but the reach of eye                                                                                                                             brim will seize the rear
 only to the next puddle;                                                                                                                            palate and numb the speech

       passing carlights look                                                                                                                          as eyes turn to look behind
 the walls and floors when                                                                                                                        themselves, save the

             enough to disregard                                                                                                                  moon will always guide
     leaving flit and twistreach                                                                                                               through dusty streets

          falls like inevitable treacle                                                                                                      far better than the beady sun
                 underbrim gathers then                                                                                               with all its signage and

                              as the ride across the                                                                                paraphanelia, no it is by
                              that resolve will be seized                                                                slanting blind shadows

 

Strange Tales #132-133, May-June 1965, Stan Lee; Steve Ditko: it is my contention that Dr Strange is strange because he doesn’t appear in his own event, he slips in and out at right angles to plane existence thence to vanquish solipsistic threat – story of my life

 

 

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being & life & rain & walking wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118
buildings & moon wormhole: the moon, the moon
circular poem wormhole: amid
city & sun & walls wormhole: space for probing thought
curtains wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
Dr Strange wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’
eyes & looking wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
field & speech & time wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
lightning wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing
wormhole
passing wormhole: Victorian pipework
shadow & streets & windows wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams

 

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between

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2016, 6*, avenue, Batman, between, buildings, city, evening, eyes, looking, non-doing, rooftops, silhouette, sky, thought, throat

                of an early evening sky
                that roof top cables lay

                lank by flank of avenue
                of rise high building one

                might throw the weight
                of import in circles to

                follow where it lead but
                hold the eye open from

                throat to silhouette and
                do not flatter the process

                between

 

 

 

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Batman & silhouette wormhole: Batgirl –
buildings & rooftops wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
city wormhole: 1964
evening wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
eyes & sky wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
looking wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
thought wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – reaping

 

organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11

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1967, 2016, body, Bowie, breath, buildings, creativity, dress, eyes, Hammond organ, rooftops, sky, smile, streets, sunlight, throat, world

                                when sky was filled with
                                building, on another street

                                corner in the other world:
                                new relief of outbreath,

                                slow smile rasps the throat,
                                casting across rooftops;

                                new `scape of torso roll-
                                ing beneath the dress

                                of old; a new happening
                                of fairground stance in all

                                of our midst with organ
                                sunlight in all our eyes

 

standing on the street corner looking at the traffic go by: I’m Waiting for the Man, 1967; Let Me Sleep Beside You, 1967; Karma Man, 1967; In The Heat of the Morning, 1968

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

 

 

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1967 & Bowie wormhole: crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10
breath wormhole: the breath of London
buildings & streets wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
creativity wormhole: ‘my best writing happens …’
eyes wormhole: the MagOO Effect Effect
rooftops & smile wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
sky wormhole: dog bark
world wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4

 

deeper

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2013, 5*, columns, dark, evening, olive, passing, pink, salmon, sound, speaking, temple, throat, town, unconscious

 

 

 

                past the deep pink-slash columns
                                of the temple
                                              steps wide and flanking
                                the salmon town behind
                                              in olive evening

                                              I needed to utter
                but my conscious mouth could not form
                                around the sound
                                              deeper than the back of my throat
                                dark as the shape
                                              that suddenly shifted in the temple

 

 

 

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evening wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
olive wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
passing wormhole: waiting room
pink wormhole: is she / looking at me?
sound wormhole: Batman#175

 

breathe, be / and sit still

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2012, 7*, anxiety, beathing, being, growth, letting go, practice, reading, sitting, talking to myself, throat, writing

 

 

 

                the purpose of having a room to myself
                      a place where I can grow
                is not to train like an athlete
                      in reading writing and sitting
                but to interrupt the programme
                      to dispel the eyes-down anxiety
                                high in my throat
                                deep in my forehead
                                still on the page
                      so I can read and write and sit
                                              only

                been sitting for quite some time now
                getting worse and worse at it
                less able to sit comfortably
                                  creatively
                             healthily
                      because I sit with such grim
                in order to ride over the anxiety
                      that I just can’t sit
                      as I just can’t write
                      as I just can’t teach
                      as I just can’t love
                      as I just can’t influence
                      as I just can’t be
                                anything

                      and there I am
                with the problem and the antidote
                      all in one package
                      hook line and sinker
                      belts and braces
                      baby and bathwater
                      all in one sitting

                      and I missed it again
                      because I was anxious
                      that I was missing the whole point
                                anyway

                                exhalation
                                long and complete
                                a few seconds longer
                                before I would draw in again
                                without guile or gain

                                              breathe, be
                                              and sit still

 

 

 

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anxiety & letting go wormhole: wider resolve
being wormhole: dream / 130207
breathing wormhole: gravity
practice & talking to myself wormhole: good job
reading wormhole: getting rid / of old books
sitting & writing wormhole: stranger / if we met