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2425 7.232 22.viii.26 not Constantinople Sultanahmet every city holy sailing every brick is blood dead of the night arriving again but here the night is alive some things are still here the queue of Bosphorus tankers Niniveh quinquereme in a certain light Hero, Leander swim for it Yeats never made it though everywhere men are carrying things fridges and Turkish tea, your lunch sometimes there are…
2424 7.231 21.viii.26 clouds are travelling again they come from nothing from the Land of None at All they are becoming all sorts as they go you know – the islands, animals scaled up yet lack ambition they look to take things lightly but they weigh much more some crawl or a cruel wind whips clouds on their way you might think some are sleeping else watchful, take a care we need them each a little…
2423 7.230 20.viii.26 either awe rights to delusion in a very old church in Krakow don’t we all believe impossible things? to utter truths as if it were or even the eyes of the animal reflected where they look to expect to be understood a polished edifice who’ll die to put up? or sever a vampire’s head – does that work? trompe l’oeill for a death cult it was an error to disallow when was it first…
2422 7.229 19.viii.26 not here to be understood but take the mechanism apart leave it too to time strings for a fray geometry’s cage a tussle there is the feeling of floating just the two of us in the garden always a surprise to wake up there here, anywhere the tasks perform me I elapse wistful it’s as with this so that hndle flies off cogs, springs laid in dust thing left behind tragedy looms, an…
2421 7.228 18.viii.26 writing my bible for godsbother today again it is a private and personal thing you might notice me scratching away it’s between me and the pages almost all the words bequeathed though now and again by lip, by breath, by tongue some tooth and nail entrails read it has own way, truth, light they all do pictures are off the wall one finds oneself getting grateful forming up a…
2420 7.227 17.viii.26 under my hat just these stray indications such as let us call a sky today’s poem foments it’s a zoo too favourite animals gather great schemes under my hat much betterment I thought of you I am thinking of you here is the best idea soon surpassed another and another in fairytale fine plumage sometimes a line rolls over to wrestle I’m flaneur under this little umbrella just a…
2419 7.226 16.viii.26 in the salt mine once was sea now everything – floor, wall, ceiling salt with a pickaxe, with a hammer gnomes overnight up to old tricks so many steps and rails and carts whole forest holding it up all done with tallow lamps blinkered beasts raise water doors and halls all carved a statue of the king in the mountain of course a dragon that’s for luck it’s the miracle we’re…
2418 7.225 15.viii.26 a birch tremble how lovely the woods before the way when no one’s here to see not a leaf’s out of place just the idea of squirrel the colour of bird how lovely the heart before the church is built before the bricks are piled when mind is open to the sky still just the wings, all sizes, shapes just the clouds gone by it’s wonderful the poem how its truth is known before we…
2417 7.224 14.viii.26 yet another last judgement ekphrastic for Hieronymous Bosch van Aken’s c. 1550 ‘Last Judgement’ some bestial business, the antics of insects the gulp, the excrescence a certain amount of skull ladder to the open egg mainly it’s sex the monkey faces and everyone surrenders to this is how it goes some are pregnant, some give birth little thrones for minor demons you get an…
2416 7.223 13.viii.26 all teeth ekphrastic for Si On’s ‘The Magic of Women and Other Stories’ suppose a body of shattered mirrors so the skull shows branded ribs tell itch smooth where you see into the wall and so perhaps you too reveal dangle of chains, innids plastic mostly we’re on fire words beaten from a grief or love spew a dysphoric flower lolly, gun, grip the slippers empty now mainly,…
2415 7.222 12.viii.26 life is a tree always was a tree where I’m not and a tree where I am fingers of light fell through a sky lit day, night more than one but many so the seasons for the record so a city is these ruins made life is a tree however saw myself, puddle up we, too a voice lost claws gone in among branches see the brickwork, paint gone a song like smoke just a breeze to take home we…
