Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Attempted Flight

This life the colour 

        of my blood 

of blood at all &

that colour 

  lives and means nothing but 

a colour of life

a site of a shocking

shocking love





Sunlight is food

opening pores of 

a porosity of 

      crossing with excited revival

a head turned outwards outo a swirling

a revolving galactic fire 

and twitching with a

sustenance of joy despite

            all the cold



distance 






This poison this me I 

        built

from glancing semi-

disregard 

this poisonous 

cage full of voices

bosses and cops and a whispering priesthood

    woven with absent money

an insistence of slicing venom

     smeared across a möbius surface 







An insistence that drips, myself

is damage

     the body is joy 

doing 80 through 

sunshine and blossom 


Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Poly Poem - with theft from PB Shelley

I never was I just I 
always at least with you assembled 


I was never convinced, never attached, drawn by that 

cult of Platonic assumption

I was never entirely enthralled never wrapt

in an assumption that love is wrong or a provision of 

goods or services like

they provide for these requirements but are 

wanting ...         elsewhere: 


What can they give you that I ... ?


Why commend to cold oblivion this

joyful assemblage because a different 

happy assemblage also exists? 


I was never convinced;

I was copped and judged 

copped and judged in my own

flexing of sinews, I 

was refuted 

through a world that runs me through 


It is in the code 

of modern morals 


but my love is not bound

and is not consumed, 

or had, and my love 

is not a piece of 

fucking cake. 

Across a day

 


Light; lovely licking lapping -  light; laying over, laying across a day  across a day  

hands washing handing off and gesturing through space a breadth of solidarity,

light, lovely, licking lapping - light, laying over laying across, a day, across a day;

creative bodies, forces, plugged in, evacuated relevance: automated slave unit - 

Light; lovely licking lapping -  light; laying over, laying across a day  across a day  

body digging through thin sunlight, digging deep and where it is told to dig,

light, lovely, licking lapping - light, laying over laying across, a day, across a day;

shoes a-clack at behest of enslaving abstraction, through aslant bars of summer,

light; lovely licking lapping -  light; laying over, laying across a day  across a day 

and then a rain and

a rain and a rain

and a raining out across 8 million living blue green, grey green

rain and a rain and

a rain and a 

rain raining over a wrapped fluorescent body under orders always ordered under

rain and a rain 

and a rain and a rain

a gaze against glass and streaks of flight, refractions in reverie a quiet brief refusal, 

light; lovely licking lapping -  light; laying over, laying across a day  across a day

with turning back, a refusing looking, away, alighting there, before lightly -  escaping,

light, lovely, licking lapping - light, laying over laying across, a day, across a day;

evanescent escaping snagged and captured, returned by their own drives to their own yoke,

light; lovely licking lapping -  light; laying over, laying across a day  across a day

digging through soft sunlight, skimming across a screen plane, smiling into vapid night,

light, lovely, licking lapping - light, laying over laying across, a day, across a day;

steam streaming from a boiler outlet into cold air, they sit quietly in eddies of escape and capture. 

Untitled

A bursting, shocking blackness out of a flat-grey plane, infinity,

bringing, interior, a vague, or actually imperceptible, suggestion of 

afternoon sunlight. 

                                 Entwining with an imperceptible suggestion: an infinity of subtlety, a

smeared sense of perceiving and reaching: access is obscure. 


Clear, obscure

A limpidity obscure vertical plane, a pool of surface is 
here depth or penetration lies across the surface re
splendent without any beyond a surface beyond is 
more, more surface, penetrated across the same 
plane, a picture plane, a plane of the image of 
infinite movement, speed and slowness, intersects
reflects, light, bouncing blue, ricochet red, pearly through
wet raining hours, amber soft and threatening softly 
through darkness by a dreamy slinking over internal things.

A picture plane cannot be penetrated, but reflecting from
it’s surface a clarity of suggestion, a suggestion of 
intersections of pure planes lapping and crashing or
intersections of pure blades cutting through or
slipping past each other, non-humans, higher dimensions or
lower, a picture plane cannot be penetrated but seems so
at a glance that light seems to cut through when it is 
bouncing off, a plane of the image of infinite becoming 
limpidity obscure vertical or horizontal, a pool of surface. 

Hanging: lake

 A lake banging against a cloudy sky, tearing

across undulations, laughter echoing; down that bank; 


a spatter, rising prismatic and brightening, shining 

against a white concrete curve, 


struggling against, a decline in passive

time, an hour contracts and hangs, shimmering


and revolving but nothing is aware of it.





*    *    *





A spattering and quick - and briefly 

dark against white concrete; “the real


is not impossible but is increasingly 

artificial” and twisting through “vast powers of

 

repression” as the brightness is increasing;

its resistance unassailed, aspect of an hour


that is perfect for a radius of 500 sq metres. 





*    *    *





500 sq metres hangs; exquisite,

revolving around itself, an hour’s  reverberation.


Rippling of an, afternoon contracting inside

wetting, rising and brightening and


colliding and so shockwaves and 

an hour contracts and nothing is aware:


revolving, shimmering with blackly invisible silence. 





*    *    *




The “full body becomes truly naked”, a

day continuing for at least 10 miles,


those “vast powers” alongside a rising arc of

refraction: brightness curving, shocking, 


white concrete. That “is, the absolute 

decoding of flows,” with a rapid contraction


of the hour - but with no possible response.  




*    *    *




Nothing is aware, a revolving of a bright 

hour; “the folding and flattening operations,”


a contraction and a brightening prismatic arc,

brief and dark against a shining: hard curve


an absolute in its own scale. Small within 

approximately 500 sq metres. The hour


of the afternoon rippling as it is hanging. 




*    *    *




White concrete curving under a wet spatter,

in the midst of an hour contracting - “every


fantasy is a group fantasy” and a brightening

prismatic arc quickly becoming: dark, 


within an afternoon suspended for the hour,

“depleted flux of a historic cosmos”, with


silence, with a very rapid darkening, revolving.