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Saturday, 4 August 2018

... a bright gesturing of concrete and steel ...

[In progress ...]

“... rhythms, lights, space-times must themselves become true characters...”
Alain Robbe-Grillet

“... individuality as an event, not as a thing ...”
Anne Sauvagnargues



... shooting a cold hard sweep
         ground 
                 electric 
brightening 
        water 
 tremembling 
bitter breezing
                 tremorings
        breaking steps 
 sweeping  
                snapped  
fallen broken from
gentle         slow           durations
                     respiration  
drinking 
                light lying 
dampening 
           twisted tops
particles 
                                               expelled 
explosive 
                drifting vorticising
      2 degrees Celsius 
          skimming  unshining 
leather  
    irregularly 
shimmering 
           ground  
           dead 
wood           bent metal ...



... glowing, rising; 
            goldening blue 
swelling & receding 
heating,
        
         falling 
               
                   falling gently   
                                     
                                       warm caress

penetrating
                    glass 
                             
Ai                               falling
on hair 
                 across 
movement
                           brow 
worktop 
              plastic handle 

vibrating 
muted ...



... fire
         dirty water 
asphalt
              hollow 
           fire bouncing
                   eight minutes 
               dirty
asphalt water
           igniting cold plane
wet hard evening  ...



... low sun  
               
blue glowing 
            blue dark
        alight 
an easy thousand 
eyes clenched
                 open       shifting 
body 
          flicking 
confused,
drifting

low late shine skittering a metal edge 
               rebounding off water ...



...  blue age web shining 
           dirty glass 
              spiked wizened white; 
early brightening vintage 
      gold 
             deep cloth 
          red & 
cold blue grey 
      moisture pearls 
brief 
                     conjunction
panes air 
      chilling soft
              rural grass scent, slate hard
grey green            
          faint rotting 
                lightening 
softness         damp pearly breathing ...




... wet 
flickering 
                light
                                     limbs 
colliding 
steady waves 
                streams crossing
shuddering night
                 bubbling lengths 
fracturing
                 shadows reflexive 
responses
                 flexing desire excitation  
laughing
                 intoxicated air ...



... faintly rotting faintly upright 
grey-blue currents, pressure, 
rusting heads & streaked
cracking fragments; dead 
living green 
                    dying white:
weighty, red, brick;
horizontal gaps
soft absence
out damp
earth and away ...



... off rich 
bright 
blue  
contained 
containing broad
glass planes 
grey 
light, 
clouds 
shaping
breaking slowly, 
shining off blue 
rich, bright,
bouncing 
flat across 
planes drained 
brick and stone ...



... light tearing 
along 
draping damp 
                    through and from  
           forced up, 
flowing rock colliding a vast duration 
        blank squatting;
quick ribbon 
cool fire 
          verging gurgling lit 
golden green, 
             brightness holding 
                                    respiration ... 



... light-speed shadowing creeping 
             across yellowing ...  



... body, lower spine 
spreading, exhausted 
nightgrowling, 
stretching apart metal wet

           water descending darkness,
shining refracted
exploding, impacting        6:05
  
           vapour expelled rolling ... 



... an angle on an axis
hitting evening
on a slant 
                 intensity     
through screen: 
scuff marks, 
Illuminating dirt,
deep dug inscripting
subjectivising accumulations
                 joyhowling ...



... rearing up:
glowing disjunction synthesised, 
flashing response, imperceptible 
shimmering, scarlet against blue, 
steel against russet screaming love ...



... dirty hour, draggled damp
shining damp, 
state paint,
drawing elsewhere extension, 
           evening aglow
       soft silver oscillating
translucent plastic ... 



... laying soft 
shining black
shining curving 
overseas cool
       quiet 
                rich darkness
air 
drop 

 cold intake ...



... feint red slow
sweeping under 
          steam and 
glass         a cut of
obscure perception 
perceiving obscurity
crystalline 
                quotidian 
beauty 
becoming with
exploitation-exhaustion &
green white light ...



... moving forwards slowly
in a shower of light speed &
a patchy, early roaring,
summer silver ... 



... black 
    cold 
    air
humming electrically, 
shining with ten thousand 
limbs, 
          echoing in
          wet concrete &
          shining glass ...



... an irritation of warm yellow
reflecting off concrete and through glass  
meeting shadowed surfaces keeping cool
against raging sunspots here and eight minutes away,
desiring the rising and then tumbling sculpture
of water that giggles across parching skin and is
rubbed and sucked away ...



... rubbering 
against dirty 
concrete a
grounding element 
of forwards 
propulsion
through
late
roaring 
black summer
gold,
stretched
classically arching
electrical
plastic shadows &
a buzzing
running through 
a sensitive 
outer 
envelope, 
buzzing & singing,
a minor expansion
due to
intoxicants ...

Thursday, 2 August 2018

Political Poems

Glimpsing a  hint of something 

a multitude of scales 
of individuated  
of differences 

                       she’s sculpting her anger and disappointment into a brightness 
                       releasing it to join the others and strengthen their intervention




Living by the building of walls,
afraid of the dark and the different,
whistling Dixie,

they take the vain signs emitted by their masters far too seriously,
killing for a heavily guarded, 
        aggressive timidity.




Teeth of the worms of the teeth in a scarlet pit;
               blazers and shining buttons and cocktails
and teeth clinking against glasses and worms and the teeth of the worms
               and auto-satisfaction in the smiling pit, ringed with diamonds,
and the crisp shirt stained pink against deep pink flesh.






… pick up and shift it shift it over there over
there shift it drop it off then pick that up and shift it 
over there wrap it up then pick it up and shift
it over there there over there shift it pick it up and shift it 
unwrap it break it down and rebuild it across those four 
then wrap them all up and shift them shift them 
pick them up and put that one here put that one there put
that one here put that one here shift them put that in there 
put this one in here in here in here then that one there on there
are you trying to put it there there make a career out of that
pick this up and shift it over there pick pick it up and put it …






Waiting flames, scarlet and vibrating yellow, licking tarmac
in the heat of expectation of nothing but shining signals
of intense intention, masks and raised flags declaratives 
of a desire for lives lived according to a genuine dialogue between 
necessity and desire, instead of under orders, rising &
flickering in variations, forever around the edges & anew
in every trembling eternal differential duration, rising &
singing in scarlet fire and shuffling across bright ground. 






Under sensitive fingertips, red-brown rust raised up from cold, 
smooth black paint of the post they’re clinging to, sky shining, 
damp, aching and obscure (and there again, closer and still distant, in the
gutter-puddle). A cold surface of skin lightly brushed on occasion by thin denim
registered at the far edges of a cramped daydream as a bus approaches; an
aching hollow chill at a deep core of need needling a perimeter of transition to
others and outside and that cushion of anger and warmth a metre or so away. 






The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower 

inside, a 
choked, dark stinking of 
      these deep, dead red walls
and a dull ringing of work
      irremediable &
joymurdered 
      to prepare for
bonding in the shadows of 
      the lead-lamp,
it’s cold glare 

The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower







Echoing dim long 
              walls
        rotting        a
surface chilled 
  with smashed
 air flowing 

clenching 
shoulders and releasing

torus of 
effort and heft

shattered jagged undertow
      damp cardboard
    split wine-red vinyl

last week a bloke was sacked
          just to show they can

tough illegal Russian grin






Arcs of love mapping betrayal by cultural arrogance 
held in the sinews 
of confused desire 
mistaking agency with passive sensations; 
a weird cannibalism, poisoning 
devouring befuddled predators,
      assuming omnipotent entitlement 
up against the vast blank void and the 
                immediate refusal of her 
awakening gaze.  






She can’t account for her reaction,

                 a drift of light gently settling across her back

and fingers clutching her upper arm,


        silver luminescence down her friend’s left cheekbone,

her gut clenching at the thought of walking through the door. 






They’re reeling beyond 
the 
                          shattering 
    fear of a 
          vicious wank-stain 
feeling 
    strong 
              alongside his craven horror 

               in the face of

simple not-him







I love

        all the 

     time and 

that 

        twist of a 

wrist 

             awakens 


   me