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Tag Archives: Tunbridge Wells

… vague / thunder

23 Wednesday Aug 2017

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'scape, 2014, 5*, chimney stacks, decades, house, Italianate, lemon, light, office, phone, rain, roof, sky, talking, thunder, Tunbridge Wells, windows

                                                … vague
                                                thunder

                almost a cube of house
                                with italianate roof
                                used as office now
                (upper floors lighted by darkening afternoon
                 bare windowed like decades no longer used)
                                                fluorescent square light
                                                down the side
                                dim light from the high ceiling
                                through the front window
                but someone in a lemon jacket
                standing turning to a wall chart talking
                on the phone
                                the chimney stacks rendered
                                but unpainted high
                                and granular against the sky
here comes the rain
                                                big wet patches on my trouser leg

 

 

 

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

house wormhole: prospect
lemon wormhole: greedy
light wormhole: the quiet whale
rain & sky wormhole: pass and / fro
roof wormhole: balance
talking wormhole: and I lose sight of her into memory
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: Trinity Arts
windows wormhole: the sitting room

 

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Trinity Arts

11 Saturday Apr 2015

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2015, art, being, breathing, career, carpet, church, creativity, doing, Dylan, gothic, identity, life, light, pink, recognition, Spanish, talking, time, Tunbridge Wells, writing

                                              Trinity Arts

                carpet tiles on a concrete floor,
                feeling flat but cannot remember why

                in the old church arts centre finding
                no legacy in doing or creating beside

                dark pink uplight gothic archway
                wondering why ever I needed My Day

                hearing Dylan between long blows
                of Spanish from the next table like a bebop line far far beyond required staves and clefs who

                wrote the songs at the time and
                cannot craft them now whishing

                there was less career in my being
                and more breathing

 

 

 

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

being & identity & writing wormhole: addicted / compulsive / identity
breathing & doing wormhole: Hypnopompia
career wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
carpet wormhole: poised patiently for / hours
church wormhole: St. Ludwigskirche
creativity wormhole: the Apple
life wormhole: oh,
light wormhole: 1972
pink wormhole: dream 260713
recognition wormhole: what to do
talking wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
time wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: dream / 221297

 

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dream / 221297

10 Tuesday Dec 2013

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1997, 2012, 4*, books, bookshop, Carol, dream, exploring, growth, house, Nan, shop, streets, Tunbridge Wells

 

 

 

                           dream
                           221297

                      I am about to buy a house
                           in a town which is
                           not Tunbridge Wells
                      it has been a semi-shop in a row like the Pantiles
                           for many years
                      I have not seen the upstairs yet
                           I have that still to explore
                      it is dilapidated
                           but I will restore it
                      I discuss with C
                           the kids are around
                           my Nan is about too
                                   somewhere
                      in a street nearby I can buy
                           second hand books
                      I am about to buy a house

 

 

 

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

books wormhole: getting rid / of old books
bookshop wormhole: snow
C wormhole: wraggle of architecture
dream wormhole: dream / 301197 // home
house wormhole: at the apex
Nan wormhole: new garden
streets wormhole: exercise
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: street

 

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street

25 Saturday May 2013

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'scape, 2*, 2011, compassion, consume, girl, Have, listening, passing, portrait, smile, society, streets, talking, Tunbridge Wells, walking

 

 

 

                                          street

            Have browses while walking past
            Have pushes the fully-equipped buggy
                      before her talks with her friend
            Have listens to his friend by
                      Taking A Drink of Coke
            Have pulls the Boyfriend’s arm
                      up over her head and smiles
                      with it on her shoulder
            Have slightly touches her tongue to the sweet sore of her top lip
                      then slightly scoops her head like a giraffe forward quickly

 

 

 

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

compassion wormhole: thy will be done
girl wormhole: dream / 140603
Have & society wormholes: ‘consumption is compromise …’
listening wormhole: … someone’s back
passing wormhole: travelling
smile wormhole: poets do neither report nor / walk around enrapt in transport but / ’tis when in writing their worlds are wrought
streets wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
talking wormhole: anxiety
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: twisted / pulled / and chipped
walking wormhole: Peeks at Castleton

 

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twisted / pulled / and chipped

28 Sunday Oct 2012

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2012, 6*, furniture shop, realisation, stairs, striving, table, Tunbridge Wells, vindication

 

 

 

                                twisted
                                pulled
                                and chipped

                                a table
                                a desk
                      for my important work
                      for my vindicating work where
                      I will have all my works
                                spread out
                                and organised
                                that’ll show them

                                they don’t listen to me
                                nobody listens to me
                      I’ll lift the table from the top floor
                      to the ground floor
                                myself
                      I am strong I can do it
                                this way

                                missed the
                                last step
                      of the first flight
                                heel caught
                                dip tuck twist
                      hold table shoulderstrong       pulled
                      mouth drops to edge of table
                      front tooth chips from inside drop table
                                sigh sitdown
                      falls three steps side legs wrench off
                                thnNNK

                                feeling the inside
                                of my front tooth
                      sheet of sweat on my brow
                      I stand up and sit down
                      when the black and grey houndstooths
                                appear

                                I knew in a head-down
                                what had happened
                                I knew in a don’tpassout
                      what I had been practising for weeks or months
                                up to this point

                                the very antipathy
                                of what I am trying to be
                                the very stuff
                                I am trying not to be
                                and in that trying
                      compounding the lack of what I truly am
                                twisted
                                pulled
                                and chipped

 

 

 

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

part of … oh
realisation wormhole: I didn’t see it coming
stairs wormhole: phantom / stranger
table wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better II
Tunbridge Wells wormhole: sun low / from behind
vindication wormhole: the / pyrrhic / play

 

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sun low / from behind

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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'scape, 2012, 4*, fir, grey, sky, streetlight, sun, Tunbridge Wells, walls, white

 

 

 

                                   sun low
                                   from behind

                           between the fir fronds
                           and the pub frontage
                           behind the iron fence
                           and the cluttered yard
                           beneath the redundant antennae
                                   (with a plant growing out
                                    the chimney pot)
                           and the near hooded streetlamp

                           the set-back whitewashed
                           drop of brick-wall
                           each course clear and suggested
                           under the grey sky

 

 

 

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

fir wormhole: fir trees
grey & sky & walls wormhole: ‘a walk up the path …’
streetlight wormhole: house / opposite
sun wormhole: William Carlos Williams
white wormhole: radio

 

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    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
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    • 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]
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    • nan
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    • 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
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