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on sitting / in front of / a hedge

03 Thursday Jul 2014

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'scape, 2013, 6*, air, bramble, brown, conifer, death, disappearance, grass, green, hedge, looking, mauve, pink, plants, rain, shadow, shamatha, sitting, vipashyana, wind, windscreen, yellow

 

 

 

                                          on sitting
                                          in front of
                                          a hedge

                there’s nothing to see
                at first, but you keep sitting
                and looking, well there are
                colourful plants rising behind
                dusky pink and mauve and yellow
                conifer-tops beyond

                no, stay looking at the hedge

                OK well the rain switter’s across
                the windscreen veining vaguely within the arched wiper zones
                slowly obscuring and reflecting
                                the hedge away

                still, keep looking at the hedge

                movements of the wind shift the
                grasses grown tall and the hanging
                bramble stem obscene and reaching for advantage
                                probing air

                no, the hedge, the hedge

                has been cut
                during the last month
                some sort of bindweed growing up through it
                in patches hairy new-growth rilled along the top

                OK, not finished, keep looking

                and new-green creeping out the edges
                of the oldgreen and shadow navels other shapes
                stark and clearer because they
                have turned caramac brown and have
                                strangely
                                died

                alright now, time’s up

 

 

 

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

air & brown wormhole: emerged
death wormhole: ‘when it came / time to go …’
green & yellow wormhole: no hat
hedge wormhole: prologue
looking wormhole: titanic
mauve wormhole: moon
pink wormhole: there
rain wormhole: ‘I can hear it raining / but cannot see it …’
shadow wormhole: in the middle of silence and heat:
sitting wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
wind wormhole: I find / you find your bones / on the outbreath
windscreen wormhole: Seaford / 280310

 

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Seaford / 280310

20 Sunday May 2012

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'scape, 2010, 4*, beach, cars, hair, mist, mother, Newhaven, rain, sea, Seaford, sky, windscreen

 

 

 

                                Seaford
                                280310

                                rain-switter on
                                the windscreen

                                to the right
                                the mother with
                                two children
                                stooped – hair
                                back over the ear –
                                looking carefully
                                on the beach

                above them the long breakwater the band of sky
                the band of cliff the band of mist overhanging

                                to the left
                                condensation

 

 

 

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

beach wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
cars wormhole: at Rue de Provence & / Chausée d’Antin Trinité
hair wormhole: teen gaze
mist wormhole: ‘between the moon …’
mother wormhole: ‘with delight …’
rain wormhole: ‘determined to drop the / dramas and tragedies / of this life …’
sea wormhole: ‘the burgundy velvet evening …’
sky wormhole: until
windscreen wormhole: ‘”plink” …’

 

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‘”plink” …’

10 Thursday May 2012

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'scape, 1980, 3*, cars, divorce, glass, green, grey, rain, sound, windscreen

 

 

 

      “plink”
     go the raindrops
     from the grey jewels
          of glass
     of the windscreen
     “plonk”
     they “plup”
     on the green
     frosty
     hand
     of my father

 

 

 

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

part of >>> through the crash
cars & divorce & green & grey & sound wormhole: ‘“blck” “blck” …’
glass wormhole: ‘glass filled with redwine …’
rain & windscreen wormhole: ‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’

 

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‘”Never,” / said the Sandman …’

10 Thursday May 2012

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'scape, 1980, 5*, blood, blue, cars, divorce, maroon, passing, rain, speech, streets, traffic lights, windscreen, yellow

 

 

 

     “Never,”
     said the Sandman

     he blinked
     as the overhead drizzling
          traffic lights
                changed

     yellow;

     jerking flib-flub
     of the windscreen wipers
     flapped in his stomach;

     the great wide
          street
          sspunnnn
     past

     I remember
     the deep maroon colour
     of his car

     flaked off the bonnet
          in the rain
          when he said

     “I’ll try again
      I’ll try again
      I’ll try again…”
     and the dashboard clicked
          blue

     blue-ink blood in the folds
     of my sweating palms

 

 

 

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

part of >>> through the crash
blue wormhole: ‘the dining room …’
cars & yellow wormhole: ‘at night …’
divorce wormhole: Manhattan 2012
maroon wormhole: ‘hovering …’
passing wormhole: ‘at night …’
rain wormhole: Eglinton Hill
speech & streets wormhole: Woolwich re-generation
traffic lights wormhole: eldorado

 

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    • Introduction
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    • 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]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • 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
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