meanwhile

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2020, 6*, afternoon, angle, binoculars, blue, cranes, curtains, Eiffel Tower, flags, gorge, green, hope, horizon, mankind, moon, night, rite, rooftops, sea, seagulls, shape, ships, sitting room, sky, sound, stone, time, Tintin, travelling, walking, warehouses, water

                the seagulls, they glide about the
                cranes and warehouse rooftops

                they wheel above the pacing and fro,
                cut between pulleys and raised pennants

                oblivious to distant headland through
                studied binocular pointing out to sea, back in the day

                when the skies were afternoon-blue
                and the sea still sitting-room-green

                then, when there was dare to hope
                and ships anchored on the horizon

                under curtain-drapes of nightest sky
                while the moon snagged in line from

                fore-mast to prow; nevertheless, they
                trekked over crag and gorge, they walked

                through water and pushed through
                trapezoids – slab! – into rooms of stone

                locked and immovable despite
                horizon, fit or ninety degree angle

                oblivious to mankind’s rite and dress;
                meanwhile the twins climbed the tower

 

c’mon, now: a gold-plated no-prize to the first reader who can tell me which book this piece came from to celebrate my return to writing; perception – knowing what’s going on – is never as linear as it might seem to be in a story; already given that there is breadth and depth, even in the scant of depiction, there is usually a time (and a space, and we know how relative those two can be) during which something happens, but let’s not think that these are the only dimensions – there is always a right-angle to be taken that paisley-swirls to a far-wider cauldron than could have initially never been conceived but of which there were pre-echoes if listening askance intently-enough

 

 

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afternoon & horizon & sky wormhole: travelling,
blue wormhole: silence
cranes wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
Eiffel Tower wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
green wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – tenderness
moon wormhole: ‘not sure …’
night & water wormhole: riders of the night
rooftops wormhole: travel // when I die
sea wormhole: then
seagulls wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
sitting room wormhole: the sitting room
sound wormhole: Four Noble Truths
stone wormhole: looking hard enough
time wormhole: travel // when I die
travelling wormhole: IN THE ‘SCONSET BUS by William Carlos Williams
walking wormhole: breakfast

 

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riders of the night

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2019, 7*, buildings, cars, coat, continent, crane, dark, docks, dualistic conception, hats, headlights, ideas, inexplicable, light, living room, making sense, morning, night, paper, pink, propaganda, rain, red, ships, silhouette, sound, speech, streets, sweat, thinking, time, Tintin, truck, waiting, war, water, waves

                riders of the night

booms of inexplicability
                had spattered velvet stars and shredded cloth all morning

despite the raised-brow
                consternation of the smartest of overcoats and the darkest of hats

that startled drops of sweat
                could devise in the presence of impending war, it was only   th-  

  at night   by the docks where
                the cargo waited unknown and the ships floated above the water,

that one could think a thing between them
                before any further dénouement under filigree refinery of silhouette;

                the   next  morning   the ship sat in the water, content to the
lapping red line,

                waiting fast and moored under the single ribbon of exhaust
from the funnel f’ard;

                but it is only   later   that water ranges continental across stepped and geologic                
wave, under relentless rain,

                that solitary lights lolling will make any sense at all;
and there were some

                had ideas like a living-room on a pivot that housed raised cranes
but the cars drove through streets

                like they owned them and the trucks travelled in straight trail
of their antecedents’ front headlights

                and although buildings always pointed up, the propaganda usually
ended up on pink paper:

                ‘Me, drive ‘round something that is nothing, but something you think is something,                
 but is nothing …?’

 

{image not mine, found on the internet, can’t remember where, happy to take down if a problem}

 

 

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buildings wormhole: everything is caused by something, which / something is caused by something else, nothing / stands alone where all pass as phantoms
cars wormhole: travelling / back
crane wormhole: ‘don’t look at it …’
light wormhole: breakfast
living room wormhole: what life went on
morning & sound & streets & time & water wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – valley
night wormhole: THE ATTIC WHICH IS DESIRE: by William Carlos Williams
pink wormhole: beneath
rain wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – sooner; / and later
red wormhole: 11/1 by William Carlos Williams
silhouette wormhole: window
speech wormhole: the blessings of the Buddhas
thinking wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I took my camera into the fields
waiting wormhole: my uncomfortable life
war wormhole: in deed
waves wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – The Valley

 

biography

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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