1.
how purpose sheds lightas moles ‘see’ through
dank crumble
seeds need
to go on
(
as we do)worms do,
unearthed,
get into knotsit is the dark light
what there is2.
that no seam is visible
the joint: the webbut delight does connect
earth to blue,
blue skypenetrates the fabric
for
a time3.
on my cycle
headlight edges absence
- grass growing
in the middleclouds
this light reaches
for all speedclouds
coming home,
it is a return4.
day keeps quiet
save the house’s discourse. you say
how good to have me
at homenot strange, I be-
long in time
however it’s used at all
the mansions
in my house
have room enough for you.5.
were I a stranger
- house not home
and meet myself
face inter-
face
being separate. another
mirror-image image
but not me
looking
and yet I
wd see the weatheringat other times
than the sensation of love
it is not possible6.
the day‘into static’ - waking
centre I am swirls matter
past
apple oats road dutiful energy
aspect of it rolling reaching
rest
labour, extract or give
meaning: preening? smile?
smile
you the woman, threshold
unadorned entrance
song: ‘blue sky up above’so it goes
this dated day“morning Charlie”
“morning”
“lovely morning”
“lovely”7.
to write a poem
I sit, I face a window
frames some sky, swaying vegetables
an elbow, glimpses of hat
tappings that he puts in
a new windowmy neighbour
carves out his relation
through place to earth
just over there
so different, his tractorsI mean: it’s the same dot
finds us on the mapI carve, he carves
thus: ‘homes’,
to be tethered.8.
cat asleep, haunches hang to catch air
too many bluebottles heated up in it
a lassitude oh warp & weft
heart knowsmind to mind to mind
as flies bang and also walk on windows
there’s no way through
seed heads to be kept
for next year for next year forsun
flowers9.
something about babbling brooks
unstoppable - the obstacles
make song
& dance for the sea.in city streets
you get lost
& don’t want to show ityou whistle tuneless
as though familiar with a space, an interface
between images
as though you had no particular place to gothat’s the problem:
scudding bright day
pods with peas
obvious weedsworld’s obligations
it is
action after all
wood ants
may look chaotic
with all those pine needles10.
“pink cloud travelled by”
start: stay: decay:
aspects
all there is
emotion’s stuff
“wind sounds trees”
time plays conceptions
of a love, middle, no tenses, just is.“now it roars”
I am drawn in
“night comes on”
the orchestra strikes up many tunes
they lose me, engage me, do
with me as will the mind- sparks, reflections of their fire
how we do carry on
“regardless”11.
get up pressure, break through
splatter
egg
on your face
seed
in your eyes
burns in your fingersitch
grey wind, cold glass
& separation
so hard, the passion
turns you to activity
a semblance
of a creator
that glimmer that
I am that I am
self
containedO that I am contained
12.
amongst
the think of it
reduced:
I am and hereunengaged
as some times
imagine
no, allow
I am this, that or the other:skilled
to cement cracks;
that I’m playing;
or the other: alone,
night finds me
caught as nothingat rest here are sunflowers
lit by my window
lower leaves
eaten by caterpillarsthey can express
breezes13.
on hill field’s grass our feet
small fields, little house, dusk
pinks wisp of cloud in back-lit sky
we talk of time, look up
find we’re after the event
they are pink no morefrom occasion there is failure
ink is poem is nothing
to do but fail its origin
be its own separation:deed from wish, actuality
from what I would own
could it be ownedwith night we came home
to hear each other’s music
on the cassette recorder14.
improvisation - music
not ‘made up’ as you go
not ‘found’ pre-existing
but extension. Mind
extended to include & release.immanence.
cat’s leap for the window
is the thought of it.as blind men know through sticks
what surrounds them
we sound what we do
through instruments
& how is the interaction
tasting - an exchange
in formation
as talk is express
is connect is
partsongpartlisten.
