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Friday, 2 June 2017

Contagion

Across the water I falling in my waves and particles 
Brightening myself as I'm cutting through and elements
Mingling as I merge as I watch myself watching under my 
Racing sky, warmth on my face and across my concrete 
Surface beneath my feet walking running standing and pivoting
I'm kissing and I'm watching me kissing with taut
Passionate cheeks that make me smile in my waves and particles
As I'm borne on my wind and torn and scattering wetly into my air

Face

Energy running through a plane expressing waves collective 
imposing subject expressing passion in energy imposing plane

waves pursuing energy inverting subject exposing ripples
shining moist collective passion waving across plane

wheatfields fecund shining golding warmth modulating 
with a surface spreading as across a shoulder a buttock

a smooth pale stone a pursuing moist collective plane
across exposing ripples a shoulder a modulating buttock

waves expressing wheatfields fecund surface imposing 
shining ripples collective plane exposing energy modulating 

plane smooth subject spreading a collective fecund surface 
running through a subject a passion pursuing expressing passion

waves across a shoulder through a buttock modulating moist
smooth pale stone in a wheatfield golding passionate smooth

plane rippling with energy shredding subject pursuing collective
expression fecund collective expression singular gait and gesture.  

Saturday, 25 March 2017

Desires

Some Assembly


They move towards a new 
themselves, plugged
into a shining romantic 
grey-black surface, 
reflecting two 
skintight legs & there's 
a smoothly passing 
hiss of bulbous shadow and 
bright edge. They ache slightly 
to be at the forefront of a past,
of lights in a wet city that echoes
with a cold night satisfaction,
and they may get some faint
tremor of that kind, maybe, 
across a perimeter and through 
a forgetful burial in necessity
and information as they 
move towards a new themselves. 












Freedom

They're not sure if they want significant movement or 
space in which to quietly enjoy their own self, or
both, in fact, variously. It's nebulous, 
but in either case and both cases they need to
couple and uncouple and couple again,
whatever it is needs to be built and will
reach out as they say, to some sort of 
other thing. What is this scenario? They are 
a movement with a projected potential and a
light, pearly grey and unrecognised, 
within which they move, suggestive of something
that affects a quality of movement. 
This is something like what they want;
it seems both easy and almost 
impossibly difficult, this utter involvement
out to the farthest reaches of space and
all substance and time for that matter and 
back down to a sensation of a slightly greasy wall
against fingertips, along with a sense of 
unfolding differences affected by choices
without the interference of a fascist establishment. 








Glamour


In a cloud of light, a drift of smoke 
they see it, they see a projection through
shining winter hair and laughter, 
not hiding so much  as extending 
a sense of solidifying music in a
very major key. Everything's fine
and growing in the warm summer 
lucidity, a frozen bare-legged stride,
a pirouette, a warm sophistication. 
Just 20 quid and there it is again,
stretched across the dirty brickwork. 









Omniscience

Moving through, beside, shining hedge leaves radiating depths of vegetable bitterness
Indigenous Armed Group Formed in the Mountains of Guerrero
Thin yellow light strip between clouds & distant shallow hill, muted winter stripped lung line 
Dasein must in the first instance answer for itself
Reflective play across glass, through flashing light and dark and shining blur 
Last ditch talks over tube strike arranged 
Trailing gently over damp abrasive bricks alongside shallow wriggling tarmac reflections 
Dozens of inmates killed in Brazil prison riot
Heat, light and a rich black shadow burned into a road
These are the women who have the least to lose and the most to gain
Pans hang and collide gently, a unique music to a unique breath
I may not have meaning, but it is the same lack of meaning that the pulsing vein has



Sources of quotations:

Derrida, The Gift of Death
The Morning Star
The Guardian
Hannah Zufall, "Jin - Jiyan - Azadi: Women, Life, Freedom", Lens Culture https://www.lensculture.com/articles/sonja-hamad-jin-jiyan-azadi-women-life-freedom
Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva





Fried Chicken

Felt in the pit,
in a brightness sliced across a pavement, 
redness and scabby white and a dirty
pull they're lit by,
to sit in swaying thrall 
to blissfully full vacancy 





    Dancing

"... this oaf had acquired instant grace ..."


A machine for flying  deep
blue 
         through the sweat 
       and the aching calves

in a pathetic fallacy
    
                      from under 
       oppressive strings

smiling is good

                and they can feel the grain of a
cold morning 




Night 


Somewhere in the folds of their palms,
       beneath the skin they
       feel giddy depths of thrilling darkness,
complex, rotating crystals,  black fractals


splayed legged under yellow lights 

breathing cold smoke and fumes to private 
music, traffic, Doppler perfume,
muscular humming & fizzing against a

weight of atmosphere soaking into a throat 

open and greedy

spring-heeled





Immortality


An expansion and a relaxation though 
still they face the eradication of possibility but,

unhindered at first by a perception of crushing power 
always sitting on their sleeping chests and laughing 

through their seeming absence of significance, until 
they start to wave, even without bucking or fighting exactly,

weight increasing and pressure on the air pipe and
it's so easy for the others who are sitting on their 

sleeping chests, ignored largely, mostly, but now they 
have even noticed and the nuisance must be eradicated 

easily because it's not them just glancing but the sun is 
low and bleak in the mirror and a joy of beauty

is going to be snuffed out, an absolute shredded and binned,
except that a night six weeks ago there was a glance that 

is there and can't be removed, and other glances 
into the low sun and the fog of Spring. 





Validation 

A working at snaring a breathing, 
chaotic fragment to illuminate some
sense of sentient fire, to transmit across
a network of receptors a shivering, just feint, at 
the surface, theft in order, to order
for the sake of marginal shimmering out
over a vertical blue to a depth of some three
metres on a good, polished day. 

They skate with some grace along 
the bright rim but seeming imperceptible. 

There might be a multi-dimensional
solidity and liquid movements through
warm, breathable sunshine.
There might be fresh unfolding. 



Validation

A working at snaring a breathing, 
chaotic fragment to illuminate some
sense of sentient fire, to transmit across
a network of receptors a shivering, just feint, at 
the surface, theft in order, to order
for the sake of marginal shimmering out
over a vertical blue to a depth of some three
metres on a good, polished day. 

They skate with some grace along 
the bright rim but seeming imperceptible. 

There might be a multi-dimensional
solidity and liquid movements through
warm, breathable sunshine.
There might be fresh unfolding.

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Immortality

An expansion and a relaxation though 
still they face the eradication of possibility but,

unhindered at first by a perception of crushing power 
always sitting on their sleeping chests and laughing 

through their seeming absence of significance, until 
they start to wave, even without bucking or fighting exactly,

weight increasing and pressure on the air pipe and
it's so easy for the others who are sitting on their 

sleeping chests, ignored largely, mostly, but now they 
have even noticed and the nuisance must be eradicated 

easily because it's not them just glancing but the sun is 
low and bleak in the mirror and a joy of beauty

is going to be snuffed out, an absolute shredded and binned,
except that a night six weeks ago there was a glance that 

is there and can't be removed, and other glances 
into the low sun and the fog of Spring. 

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Desires10



Night

Somewhere in the folds of their palms,
       beneath the skin they
       feel giddy depths of thrilling darkness,
complex, rotating crystals,  black fractals


splayed legged under yellow lights 

breathing cold smoke and fumes to private 
music, traffic, Doppler perfume,
muscular humming & fizzing against a

weight of atmosphere soaking into a throat 

open and greedy

                       spring-heeled

Friday, 10 February 2017

Dancing

                                                                                     "... this oaf had acquired instant grace ..."



A machine for flying deep
blue
         through the sweat and the aching calves

in a pathetic fallacy

                       from under
        oppresive strings

smiling is good

                  and they can feel the grain of a
cold morning

Thursday, 2 February 2017

solidly built and distinctive in design

Photo-poem:

solidly built and distinctive in design

solidly built and distinctive in design

downwards and has to be met 
and outwards too, just as immense 
these in their pressing out
pushing up
engineering 
complications








running 
a hand gripping a smooth kettle handle
buttocks on a bed 








green morning








water on glass








tea








dust & a collapsing sofa,
rust, a
pain in a gut
dirt in cracked skin 
at the ends of fingers








lonely bonhomie 


rescue dog 








tiny children
football
& bicycles 








golden morning 








shouting suspended 
on waving
heat







glimpsed force
of a
relaxed gait







blue morning 






roses

a palm tree

a discarded hat







rusting black metal








small, intense and private fires