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    • Chapter 6
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  • collected works
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    • Batman
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    • Bob 1995-2012
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Eglinton Hill
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I am not yet ready

03 Saturday Feb 2018

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2016, 5*, career, confession, eyes, faces, fracture, indentity, Luton, mouth, passing, people, Refuge, responsibility, university, work

                in the university reception
                I cannot Take Refuge while
                fractured from those around

                and those who pass, their
                faces about their work and
                identity, already persed

                beside their mouth my eyes
                trying to make the devastating
                confession for which I suspect

                I am not yet ready

 

 

 

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

career wormhole: after all
eyes & people & work wormhole: green and / luminant / to behold
faces wormhole: ‘God, who am I …?’
identity wormhole: lack of center
mouth & passing wormhole: two profiles
university wormhole: reading // unstirred

 

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reading // unstirred

16 Thursday Feb 2017

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2011, 6*, dissolving, growth, homoeopathy, letting go, reading, study, teaching, university, words, world

reading

haven’t got the energy to study anymore
university and teaching knocked that out of me
feels unwholesome now
over-eating
over-chewing

                far better now
                to read without trace without
                wholesale shopping and let the worlds*
                flavour my mind homoeopathically the way
                I would always have preferred but that now
                I can just let dissolve like cordial in water

                                                                                 unstirred

 

* sic

 

 

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

letting go 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
reading wormhole: Granada and other poems … continued
study wormhole: ashramas
teaching wormhole: while
university wormhole: Grizedale College
words & world wormhole: south horizon

 

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Grizedale College

17 Wednesday Feb 2016

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1980, bed, books, breeze, girl, Lancaster, love, muse, open, passing, reggae, searching, university, windows, young

 

 

 

                                   Grizedale College

                                   she came back
                                   with a shy new lover
                                   so he left her room
                                   to browse another day;

                                   the bed under the open
                                   window, the breeze
                                   the sheets the rearranged
                                   books under the poster

                                   and the old reggae record
                                   she’d forgotten she had
                                   that had been left playing
                                   quietly respectfully

 

oh, the bittersweet mourn for what might ever verge on opening up, which was beautiful-enough to pursue but nevertheless everly crepuscular

 

 

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

books wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
breeze wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
girl & muse wormhole: train journey // like a branch
love & passing wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
open wormhole: the open window
searching wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
university wormhole: footfall
windows wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4

 

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footfall

31 Friday Oct 2014

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1980, 6*, lightning, loneliness, love, night, noise, silence, storm, university

 

 

 

                                                      footfall

                           will you jab across the night
                           in the dark stormy light
                      AND TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME?

 

 

 

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

lightning wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
loneliness wormhole: there was a call and far from no response
love wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
night wormhole: sunny morning
silence wormhole: stuck free to move within
storm wormhole: just
university wormhole: letters to mum II – family // like a grate

 

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letters to mum II – family // like a grate

17 Thursday Jul 2014

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1998, 2014, 5*, cancer, chemo, family, Genesta Road, God, identity, illness, Jehovah's Witnesses, letter, letting go, life, love, Mum, Nan, photograph, reading, relationship, ship, Thames, time, tired, typewriter, university, words, work

 

Mum was diagnosed with cancer in the early summer of 1998, she died the following March 1999; I couldn’t get up to London to see her regularly so I started a correspondence; sixteen years later I realise that our correspondence didn’t just stop with her death, the same as our life together didn’t: our life together was always the response between the words and events …

 

 

                                                              290798

                Dear Mum,

                it was good to read from you
                in this new write of relationship
                although the tiredness in your word
                was obvious when it came:

                so you might expect a remission
                for weeks or years or not, which
                certainly sharpens a life, and with no
                dependents to consider anymore

                preparing ready for the time
                more-clear-now to come, the better
                to put your life into its order,
                is it God calling you now?

                I know you have your congregation
                around you (even if it is too much at times)
                how families ebb and go in peoples’ lives
                only sometimes built around the tree

                we four were close for a while forming the
                parts of each others’ lives; it took a long time to
                emerge, even after university, even after
                Nan died, even as my own family grew,

                I was still with us in Genesta Road; and yet
                there you are, all through the chemo, I see
                you adjust your life talking of ‘excess
                baggage’ – I was happy to take possession

                of the photographs: of you working at the
                office seeing those goods in and out, those
                huge ships like family, with their chapter
                and verse, those endless invoices in triplicate

                smell of typewriter ribbon, the bad air-conditioning
                the silly young office workers testing up their futures
                your giggly exchanges with them, all part of that endless work
                up and down the River through endless years like a grate

                take care, much love,

 

 

 

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

part of the ongoing life and page of … Mum
death & family & love & Mum & Nan & reading wormhole: letters to Mum I – a walk / and talk
Genesta Road wormhole: still there?
identity wormhole: ‘n’
letting go wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
life & time wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
Thames wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
university wormhole: … thank you
words wormhole: words
work wormhole: the chiropodist

 

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… thank you

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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2013, 6*, breathing, Brighton, legs, lifetimes, living, settling, speech, university

 

 

 

                                oh you
          young students with your studied walks
                                how you stretch the step
                     how you plant the catch
                                that’s what these legs were made for
                     and your crafted exss
                                                klar
                                                may
                                                shuns
                     joke-commenty and flexible and where else
                                could you possibly put
                                          a tattoo

                                you make me
          too old now to keep pace –
                     I just wander around in circles –
                                          you make me
                                too quiet to talk
                     and leave me only my breath …

                                … thank you

 

 

 

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

breathing wormhole: ‘I wanted to write a poem’
Brighton & university wormhole: objective intimacy
lifetimes wormhole: ‘once upon a quarter century …’
living wormhole: A206 / Plumstead Road: / perched on a wall
settling wormhole: open / window
speech wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom

 

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objective intimacy

21 Thursday Feb 2013

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'scape, 2013, 5*, Brighton, growth, hills, Lancaster, lifetimes, reading, sea, time, trees, university, windows, wood

 

 

 

                                                              objective intimacy

                                university tables the same
                                     after thirty years
                                wood-edged and plastic skin
                                     silent under the air conditioning
                                silent before the hills and trees and distant sea
                                     and still

                                              and always the
                                unspoken turn and shift of
                                     page … chair the sigh and pan of
                                shelf … window auras radiating … overlapping
                                     all of them
                lifelong and occasional

 

 

 

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

Brighton & hills wormhole: ‘my Dot …’
lifetimes & time wormhole: months
reading & trees & windows wormhole: sunny morning
sea wormhole: promenade
university wormhole: I’ve never lost my naïve love …
wood wormhole: chrysalissing

 

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I’ve never lost my naïve love …

08 Tuesday Jan 2013

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1980, being, openness, university

 

the sun has come out after many days of low sky and rain; so I have whisped back to the bittersweet crushes that walked the avenues of Lancaster University wondering how I could approach the next essay

 

 

‘“I don’t know,” he said …’: … I was so in naïve when I went to university

 

‘noticed how her hair parted back …’: part of a triptych of naïvelove – tripped, falling and as mauve and mist-rising as a heathland morning

 

‘snatched from his …’: being so besotted pulled me beyond myself, alive and naïve

 

Grizedale College:                                                                                                                                         … sigh!

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: the freedom to … // … enjoy
university wormhole: two writing haikwo

 

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two writing haikwo

20 Thursday Dec 2012

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1980, breeze, cars, growth, haiku, net curtains, open, rain, university, windows, writing

I’d like to re-present a couple of pieces that appeared early on in this blogs history …

 

 

 

                   writing again by
       the falling net curtains and
           the wet car tyres

 

 

 

                                                                                                   typewriting by the
                                                                                           open window showering
                                                                                               heavily outside

 

 

 

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

breeze wormhole: honest
cars wormhole: bench / corner of Cantwell Road / and Eglinton Hill
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘8:30 kitchen …’
net curtain wormhole: house / opposite
open wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp
rain wormhole: zen against / the window
university wormhole: silence
windows wormhole: backseat
writing wormhole: wide-open / concentration

 

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silence

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

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2012, 6*, girl, hair, library, muse, portrait, reading, university

 

 

 

                                          silence

                                                                      girl sitting next to me

                                in the packed library studying    light
                                holds her breath                          linen
                                halfway down the page              dress
                                places a book out the way          light hairs
                                arm across my notepad              neck
                                shifts holds as she pauses          scalp
                                hair fall as she pencil notes        toe
                                right tail flicks italic lead           points

                is she flirting with me

 

 

 

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

girl & muse wormhole: ‘in the bookshop …’
hair wormhole: handsome
reading wormhole: calm down
university wormhole: glass

 

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    • 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 …
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