feeding | the | b e a r

(then up and into everything the squall and the rest of it)

2012-01-12T13:41:00.000-08:00

there was a part

(fruit-sweet)

of me

uncovered by the suck

           of your filling lungs

(the sound / lifting / breaking

/././.::o_) ) )  )  )  ) _ver  

the white-tiled, bloodied room

(then up & into everything & 

the squall & the rest of it)

a part I will never squander

2011-11-15T23:58:00.001-08:00

Fat man through the window bagging up his packed lunch under strip lights

storks in the arteries

2011-11-13T04:29:00.001-08:00

the rumbling
muscle underneath
the dip of fabric
that is my pocket

<...made me answer my phone, dumb...>

a parataxis
of ligament & bone
a dislocation
of sense from matter

<...it is unexplained, disconnected...>

an accident
an uncomfortable
glide of cloth
& screen perhaps?

<...a dryness of hope, more likely...>

that way (east)
there is Poland
& the pure blast
of Russia beyond

<...extracting revenge, short-twitch on my thigh...>

a tremor in the leg
storks in the arteries
flightless birds, fish rotting
in their blocked gullets

<...I am ringing, not the phone...>

2011-11-01T08:47:00.001-07:00

the boy's bicycle chain shivered as his back wheel jumped the curb

La Granada

2011-09-21T06:41:00.000-07:00

I forgot to say, I have a poem published in the first edition of new Norwegian poetry magazine, La Granada. It's great. You can read for free online or buy a hardcopy.

the players under the floodlights

2011-09-15T12:45:00.001-07:00

from the train, I thought they were gravestones in a moving cemetery

The Scavengers of London out now in chapbook form.

2011-06-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

The Scavengers of London out now in chapbook form.

£3.50 from the excellent The Red Ceilings Press.

Have at it!

Fragments, scraps and off cuts of Scavengers

2011-05-08T05:31:00.001-07:00

Plate VII. Male & female
cockroaches with egg-sac,
spiders’ webs, a cedar in
Highgate cemetery.

XII.

blue tit at coconut
unusual site of blackbird’s nest
this rookery too was deserted

Plate IV

XIII.

large horizontal branches
of the trees . ecclesiastical of birds
the jackdaw must rank

Plate V

XIII.

in the grounds
of the Zoo
- her normal clutch

Plate XI

XIII.

most ancient rookery sites
three cartloads of sticks
- hung on longer

Plate XII

XIV.

nothing zipped pass
the decaying notes of the moon
& its metres-wide
disintegration

of atoms.

The Scavengers of London eBook on The Red Ceilings Press

2011-05-07T03:35:00.000-07:00

Read my new poetry ebook, The Scavengers Of London, for free, on the excellent The Red Ceilings Press.

Link straight to it here.

extract

flood of buildings. London’s
many little streams & flatlands
after the conquest of Waterloo

the metropolis sacrificed
engulfed by fruit & vegetables
the marshiness of much

woodcock & snipe
five fields till the middle
decaying stalks of the flowering rush

by the osier pond. A common
bird along a small hillock
instead of through a sewer

Fragment / offline | \ | /

2011-04-30T04:49:00.001-07:00

And you said:
'we are just a flash
of consciousness
in the eternal
darkness.'

And I said:
'I can't remember who
won The XFactor
last year.'

Excerpt from Chalk Face

2011-04-03T12:14:00.001-07:00

18.

before the assessed,

the millions

begin.

~~something~~ nothing

undone the ties,

the uniforms

dis-scratch.

~~poly~~ monosyllabic.

allowed the paragraphs,

the line breaks

unbroken.

~~type~~ upset

desperate the room,

the panicking

bird-like.

~~breath~~ egg taking.

request timed out

2010-12-01T13:07:00.000-08:00

ones & zeros

2010-09-28T11:55:00.000-07:00

underneath the wifi
deadening soil

sucking the internet
into ditches

all communications old
breaking across

the moment
|
/ / | \ \

into waves of
ones & zeros
ones & zeros
ones & zeros

above the wifi
a greedy infinity

electronics
die in

coughing at the
black

[]]]]] ] ] ] ] ] ]

fading into
zero))) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) s

CAvEMaN PoEM

2010-09-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

K/|L OF T|/\ME

ThE WoLF D/ES - CRiE

/\|IE|M DEAtH

P||||||||||||||| | | | | | | | |E

2010-09-19T10:34:00.000-07:00

2010-09-19T10:31:00.000-07:00

s p a c e

"/ / : \ \ , , \ | / . . / / : \ \ . . ] { " } [ , . " | | \ . , { ] "

e m p t y

s n o w

library

2010-09-15T10:11:00.000-07:00

first thousand rivers
coloured with milk
win first prize

then wonder how
thunder smashed
the mantlepiece

enough with joy
there are sadnesses
to eat and drink

the spine of the books
are yellow and lean
until lent to the elderly

underneath shelves &
chain of space. on the desk
aggression of paper clips

coldness of numbers

and grasp of division

the kiss of punctuation

Fragment of a scientific journal

2010-09-13T10:29:00.000-07:00

] ...there in 1967 a professor of economics unintentionally caused his body to spin at over one hundred miles an hour by lifting his feet off the floor as he used his mechanical pencil sharpener. It was with that simple suspension of the laws of physics that the Yale Uncertainty pocket was discovered. Then nothing happened. Then something happened. The Yale Uncertainty Pocket 'disappeared for two months reappearing in the kitchen of a bungalow in Rotherhithe.' (Keane, 1968) The hunt was on to 'find the final resting place of the YUP.' (Brogan, 1969) All of Yale's resources were directed into the research. Over 3,000,000 pencils were 'sharpened to studs' in over 2,500,000 locations around the university grounds. (Paul, Greene and Spent, 1971) It was chaos... [

boy with the low laugh of a pigeon

2010-09-09T09:41:00.000-07:00

method
experimental outline

boy with the low laugh
of a pigeon

inference
objective

boy with 3 coloured watches
pink
yellow
green

antagonised each other
again
worked well away from

bad influences

apparatus

"i had a brother"
"i don't have a real dad"

results
conclusion

The Answer To The Coded Poem

2010-09-01T08:45:00.000-07:00

absolved forever

I danced upon the elements

portraits of elegence and frank

hello to elvis

& astral mountains.

penitence is fruit

and seahorse to deliver

candle mink answers my knock

aggression pesters hills

to the left of tomorrow

frank, frank I am home

Fragments of murderer's notebook, 1981

2010-08-30T11:26:00.001-07:00

] & scattered corks
of autumn's round bales
- quince trees planted over dead dogs

there is always soap & Tarmac,
the potential for gardens
- previously awarded par

The river dried up in July
& swallowed [

Seaton, Devon

2010-08-28T08:30:00.001-07:00

the edge of England -
constellations of stones
in the dog-wet sand

& hanging gulls
shrieking their elevation
sun (((0))) sun

Coded Poem

2010-08-24T08:56:00.000-07:00

Today my Word went crazy. This is what came out when I tried to type. What the hell has happened? Can anyone work out what has happened? Can you then work out what the coded poem is? The answer will appear next week.

CAvEMaN HAiKU

2010-08-24T03:47:00.001-07:00

K|\VE D|/E & P\ERE

& TO fIRE YoURsELf

K|\VE D\|ET & SKiNNY

BONeS & TEEtH H

Fragment of The Scavengers Of London (& The Intervention Of Flora & Fauna)

2010-08-19T12:47:00.001-07:00

2010-08-14T10:41:00.001-07:00

Ampersandwich
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Ampersandwich
MmmmmmmmmM&m | mmmm

whiteout poem #1

2010-08-07T08:20:00.000-07:00

2010-08-06T07:48:00.000-07:00

2010-08-05T07:47:00.000-07:00

2010-08-04T07:45:00.000-07:00

Archaeology & Natural History of London - Future Work

2010-08-04T05:04:00.000-07:00

I picked up these two books from Deptford Market for £1.50 for the pair. They are going to form the basis of my next sequence of poems. As the last was in the style of a scientific journal on pregnancy, the next will be in the style of a natural history journal about the origins of London's animals. I hope to create a series of mock-scientific sequences.

The second book was published in 1946. After seeing the date I abandoned my plans to redact pages with black marker to create poems. I couldn't ruin such an lovely old book.

The first book is from 1972. I love the old black covered Penguins. So brutal, so 1970's.

2010-08-03T02:41:00.001-07:00

Fragment of murderer's notebook, 1983

2010-08-03T02:32:00.000-07:00

] beyond the singing rails [

] of the eastern line [

] the blinking flight of the butterfly [

] chewed by the cat [

(shivering) blackout poem #4

2010-08-02T05:07:00.000-07:00

Fragment, 1457c [parts missing]

2010-08-02T03:53:00.000-07:00

] ground parrot [

] coffee [

] & treasures of the mountains pull [

] revolving dias [

] into grain, into summer [

] ghost head [

(Nezahualcoyotl, 1457)

blackout poem #3

2010-07-28T03:05:00.000-07:00

blackout poem #2

2010-07-27T03:34:00.000-07:00

blackout poem #1

2010-07-26T03:24:00.000-07:00

2010-07-09T10:33:00.003-07:00

2010-07-09T10:33:00.001-07:00

2010-07-06T07:44:00.000-07:00

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >
w here is the e x i t
i nee d to g e t out
you saw me h a p
pening | i f e l l *
< ! . . end fragment . . ! / >

fragment of poem for my unborn child.

2010-07-03T13:04:00.000-07:00

flowering Chinese cabbage | my growing | vegetable heart

wondered through the burn | ing stomach & focus | the mind

because it is coming | the rest of everything | tightly wrapped cylindrical head

the yolk & anchor of it | the cross pollination & | small, delicate version

walking with her | sleeping with us | less commonly, the mandarin

pretended it was over

allegorically

the corners of the painting

unfinished

smudges pushed across

the centre

sketching the stars through

asylum windows

spinning plates in yonder corn field

bleeding out

fragment#525

2010-06-18T01:45:00.001-07:00

] elephant [

] lover [

fragments of an interview

2010-05-29T01:55:00.000-07:00

] sometimes i go
onto the patio &
crush the leaves
of the geraniums
in my hands
& smell them.
i don't know
why i do it [

Fragments from: The Natural History of Atticus, by Atticus the Elder (Book XIV, Chapter 55)

2010-05-27T09:40:00.000-07:00

] any bee lost from the hive [

] a broken vase [

] of honey across the stones [

] under sunshine [

] will break the hearts [

] of insects & animals. Please see Lepidopterology [

] youngsters in the green [

Fragment of murderers notebook, 1981

2010-05-24T04:44:00.001-07:00

] thimble sans thumb

I will lightening into life [

] rare & ocular.

Fragment, 1457b [parts missing]

2010-05-17T05:55:00.000-07:00

] winged.

Before summer the seedlings [

] & of all grasses in the plains

these are the finest [

] drawn

across [

] purples & [

] browned around the [

] masts of ships &

sentried city walls.

Bring us to tomorrow.

(Nezahualcoyotl, 1457)

Fragments Of A Murderers Notebook, 1972

2010-05-13T05:07:00.000-07:00

] pearls

& foals [

] in the fishing patch [

] by the Genesee [

] the strangled [

] brown the grass [

] pollen [

] inhaled by insects [

] its [

] growling firs & [

] following [

] protests.

Fragments from: The Natural History of Atticus, by Atticus the Elder (Book XIV, Chapter 54)

2010-05-12T06:55:00.000-07:00

] growing through the stones [

] perfect examples of leaf [

] roots [

] crooked boughs [

] leavened bread for the fishermen [

] & the exiting of birds from the clouds [

] to swarm green bees before [

] the dust.

2010-05-10T04:23:00.000-07:00

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >

i have an interview

this afternoon

& i just want to

read a book

about an all i] gator

or how to start a f i r e

in the wild | with a s t o n e

& a stick &amp:

or on the lives | of the saints < ! a / ! >

instead i will read

this job description

& work out what

to say if asked about my strengths

& my weak ] nesses

which are almost the same | really

< ! . . end fragment . . ! / >

2010-04-24T08:54:00.000-07:00

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >

if all my d r i n k s

were remaindered

at the end

of my life

all the limes

pulped in ]to

a green m e s h

all the whiskey http:\\\ a >

in golden

tidal har ]bours

all the wine | all the wine | | | all the w i n e

would it be

enou ]gh to

drown my thirst?

< ! . . end fragment . . ! / >

Fragment, 1457a [parts missing]

2010-04-24T07:38:00.000-07:00

the sun r[ ] over [

] filling trees & maize

with crumbling light [

] the [

] meat of the [

] yellowing road

to [ ] Spanish

landings along the shore [

] by a turtle [

] a [

] pounds of silver

(Nezahualcoyotl, 1457)

2010-04-22T12:46:00.000-07:00

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >

my mi[ nd

is | in

a real bad wa] y

my mi[ nd

is | in

a real bad wa] y

filing letters

& chronologically

ordering correspondence

all week

had made me dumb

&amp

< ! . . end fragment . . ! / >

templates

2010-04-14T03:54:00.001-07:00

Template.

Paul walked out of the door and waited for a break in the traffic so he could cross the road to get to the bus stop on the other side. It was drizzling and a cold wind was picking up. In the pavement a small crack caught his eye and he looked into it as he waited. Inside the crack an ant’s nest pulsed with columns of ants leading off in five directions. As he watched them a passerby stood on a section of one of the columns and this made Paul angry. He tried to stand over the ant’s nest to protect it from the passing feet, but he began to be buffeted by the increasing build up of pedestrians, so he decided to follow a line of ants to see where they led. They went across the pavement towards his house, up his path, up his door, and through his letterbox. He examined the line of ants and saw that the ants coming back from his house were carrying granules of sugar. He realised they were stealing his sugar. He opened the door of his house to see his cat, Penguin, lying down, head on front paws, watching the line of ants, occasionally flicking a paw in their direction. Paul didn’t know what to do so shut the door on Penguin and the ants and went to the bus stop and caught the bus to work.

Comment on YouTube video.

Chan1989 (4 minutes ago) Reply | Spam

p was goin 2 work at the bus stop he c sum ants on d road an goin in 2 his house thiefin his sugar!!!!! yes!!!! his cat dun nuffin lol haha he jus go 2 work then left the cat an ants in the door!!!

Monkeyfudger (7 minutes ago) Reply | Spam

Shut up, idiot. Nazis couldn’t spell either.

Hemingway’s ‘Hills Like White Elephants.’

The bus stop across the road was full and busy. On this side there was a cold wind and the route was blocked by two lanes of traffic in the drizzle. Close against the soles of his shoes there was a crack in the pavement and an ant’s nest, from which lines of ants extended across the open pavement and up his pathway, and through his letterbox. The man and the cat that lived with him sat in the hallway, inside the building. It was very cold and the bus to Wandsworth would come any minute. It stopped at this bus stop for two minutes and went on to Clapham. ‘What shall we do?’ the man asked. He had taken off his gloves and was stroking the cat.

Military Report.

Pursuant to Regulation 70B (1a) at 0701 hours Paul Sinclair (henceforth P S) was following as closely practicable as possible Regulation 345C. During the commencement of Regulation 345C PS discovered an ants nest on the pavement and according to the Terms of Reference began examining the aforementioned ants nest whereupon it was discovered to be in conflict with Regulation 76A and pursuant to Regulation 76A PS counted five directions. It was at this point (0706 hours) that PS attempted to protect the ant’s nest in accordance with Regulation 32D and the Terms of Reference but the enemy had superiority of numbers and PS made a tactical extraction whereupon it was discovered that a column of ants had broken out and were attempting a counteroffensive. They were observed to be in possession of contraband glucose countermanding Order 28a(i) and PS pursuant of Regulation 61C retreated to the rally point whereupon Staff-Sergeant Penguin of the Royal Fusiliers reinforced PS. At this point (0713) it was realised that the situation was untenable and a tactical extraction would again be necessary in accordance with the Rules of Engagement laid down in Regulation 2324E.

Haiku
Cold wind blows across

Hands in peeling gloves

Waiting people shiver

The ants in the crack

Carry sugar home on backs

In five directions

Sleeping cat is happy

In the hallway by the door

Winds cannot reach

Instructions

Step 1. Check the box for all of the contents. Contained should be the bus stop from the opposite side of the road, five lines of ants (from a central nest stored in a crack in the pavement, see fig.2), a cat called Penguin, sugar (brown), a man called Paul (see fig.3), heavy traffic (pedestrian and motor), a house (see fig.6), and a cold wind. Warning: The wind may displace objects during the building process.

Step 2. Take Paul out of the house making sure he does not cross the road immediately. You should see that the traffic (pedestrian and motor) makes this impossible at this point.

Step 3. Make Paul aware of the ant’s nest you have previously placed in the centre of the pavement. It should become apparent that the pedestrians will stand on the ants nest.

Step 3. Place cat Penguin in hall of house. Leave.

Step 4. Place a granule of sugar onto the back of each ant. A line of ants must lead to the house at this stage.

Step 5. Paul should follow the ants into the house.

Step 6. Penguin will ignore the ants. Paul leaves via the front door.

Funeral Oration For The Sixth Ant’s Nest,

By Herm-ant Goering.

(After Goering’s Funeral Oration for the Wermacht’s Sixth Army.)

Today our glorious leader informed us that the unnatural threat of humanism has encroached on our front in the eastern sector imperilling our sugar production. The Sixth Ant’s Nest has been lost and there will now be three days of mourning and sombre music. A fighting retreat has been attempted, but at an unknown cost. Let it be known that the Sixth Ant’s Nest will fight till the last man and if brutalized will fight back using the same means. God is nature, nature is eternal, and where humanism intervenes in natural development the results are annihilation. If they triumph we will lose everything we love. We are now at total war.

Long live the Sixth Ants Nest; long live our God, the Great White Cat.

found poem #3: Spam

2010-04-14T03:49:00.001-07:00

Sir, All The Rest Is Mute.

(Material taken from spam emails.)

The amorous count solicits things

far more devastating than the impact.

Two rocky objects orbiting one another

is the fee simple of his salvation.

A red 10 means that the object will definitely

hit the earth and

Sir, all the rest is mute.

Are thou so confident. Within.

Most asteroids are made of rock,

while comets can be a mixture of rock, organic molecules and frozen gasses.

Which better than the first O dear?

Something unknown,

once but to the brightest.

Sir, all the rest is mute.

‘I See Shawcroft On The Seashore’

2010-04-14T03:48:00.001-07:00

Down by the river, by the waters edge, Arthur makes them take their clothes off, fold them, put them in neat little piles. Like tiny cotton gravestones, little boy’s pants and socks lie beside the riverbank. "Fold the clothes," he says. It makes them think they'll put them on again. There's a tiny nest of hope so they're quiet and pliant. The sun is always shining by the riverbank – fish, like pennies in a fountain, pop and glimmer, flash bulbs under currents. Long grass borders the banks, reaching up to touch low hanging apple tree branches, and plunge thirstily down into the dark soil. Down by the river, by the waters edge, Arthur, a fruit press of anger, holds them down, river-muddy knees in divots and on breastbones; and guts like a fisherman to hasten decay, opening up to the elements like an umbrella, exposing ribbing and skin. Arthur really thinks about these things, down by the river, by the waters edge, alive; he eats, sleeps and drinks; combs his hair, eats toast, sits in chairs, drinks milk, shaves, buys socks, reads the news, and folds clothes. Arthur is different. I have a line solid and defined. Arthur has the muddy Genesee flowing through him, cloudy and brown. In the stoneless avocado the balsamic sits like a full stop. The moment of death, we do not know when it has arrived or even when it has passed, only that it is coming. Here it comes, eyes tight shut to the instant of my dying, here it comes at such a rapid speed that my face has not the time to form the correct image of shock and incomprehension of the tiny second when my life stops being current and becomes part of the collective past. In the stoneless avocado the balsamic sits like a full stop. Then I am gone. My world is gone but yours continues unstoppable until the moment of your cherry-death.

found poem #2: Spam

2010-04-14T03:44:00.000-07:00

To go in over a broad area and keep on going

night and day, with all the factors which send

a thousand or fifteen hundred or two / Always

the offensive! Germany would keep on striking

as long as she could / An instinct with the continental

peoples through the necessity of their Africa /

battles severe enough to have decided famous

campaigns / The same kind of walls at every turn;

the same kind of dim figures, and in its place, on

the right hand of the Kaiser in the Sieges of Allee

across to Africa / There he fell foul of Bluff Number

Two: why von Tirpitz keeps his Dreadnoughts at home /

Another one hundred and fifty yards away and fire a rifle

occasionally and without the possibility of release?"

She paused, laying her hand and started down the slope

of the hill in front / Now they could take it out

on cutgrass

2010-04-07T07:53:00.000-07:00

after loud | wrestling sounds

& brightfreezing winter : : (malfunction h o u s e

diving : : (malfunction d a r t | into leaflakes

to swim under

the green

wife to the branches

husband of the sea : : (malfunction p l a n e

empty sweeps of blue

fall among : : (malformed b i r d s

on cutgrass

music through the open

window | the summer : : (content s u n

treasures of electricity

2010-04-06T07:33:00.000-07:00

the cat litter

when it

clumps

]

[

into planet-sized

lake side

condos

[

]

into the basement

treasures of electricity

slim Spanish throats

effortless

/>smiling)

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& the lowest branch

of the olive

tree

]

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the southbank

2010-04-06T04:19:00.001-07:00

by the river
the quick sound
of voices
meets arms of water
all purposes
of guitar strings
almost rusted through
when the tide
retraces stones
& creeps up
the ships bow
wetting the wood
lifting the hulk
of it the weight
into the sky

ultra wave

2010-03-29T07:28:00.000-07:00

the first ice cream van of summer

2010-03-26T08:46:00.000-07:00

breathless shout / mum / outside

the first ice-cream / van of summer

puts down the phone / picks up her purse.

found poem #1: telephone call note.

2010-03-26T08:35:00.000-07:00

No Exit - William Garvin (Arthur Shilling Press, 2010)

2010-03-24T04:51:00.000-07:00

The poems in William Garvin's no exit hum and buzz with the sounds of malfunctioning technology. We are 'drowning in video screens' with a ': network systems overload > { }' You can see from these two lines from the opening poem of the sequence that we are going to be exploring the other side of technology, the side where it breaks down and we are left trying to cope, banging our heads against the keyboard. Perhaps that is the 'no exit' of the title. Windows open 'on eternity' or appear as '...window star pool...'s. Garvin uses the page like a vandal. Most poems scatter across the white space using the stuttering language of computers. Underscores, backslashes and html code are used as eccentric versions of punctuation. It's exhilarating. The sequence feels like a malfunctioning urban landscape from which there is no exit.

You can buy it here for a modest £2 + 50p postage direct from the excellent Arthur Shilling Press.

sarajevo poem #3

2010-03-13T11:37:00.000-08:00

sarajevo poem #2

2010-03-13T10:55:00.000-08:00

eiffal terrinle

2010-03-13T10:43:00.000-08:00

thirteen buildings

after holiday inn

& baricades (buses, containers

five grpe wodes

& graveled glass

punctured bicycles

our broken taps

require pliers

& patience

on the board

a knife lies

on its back

seething teeth

tocal weer gund

under portraits

of russian

tourists taking

potshots at domes

over blue trails

in the tearful

mountains

of fortress in

blitted drsnx

(eiffal terrinle)

we die in

the bread queue

or by the taps

at the

old brewery

of love

sarajevo poem #1

2010-03-13T03:01:00.000-08:00

Sarajevo.

gar den pleas ant

2010-03-06T05:10:00.000-08:00

it was sum

mer

& forward to

the peace of Hannover

to be away from

the wall

between his toes

at the end of the gar

den just through turn

ed twenty six

years old

a breakfast bar

in a magazine

to a pleas

ant man

a university teach

er the raked grave

l that re

vealed re

member every

thing

& our caucus

2010-03-06T05:02:00.000-08:00

& after bound

ing by the black ()

hooks

i caught a second

ary invasion of ex

creble portent

this was the six

eties & we had

the newest tech

nology .

i was ghost .

fifty feet hi

gh in the air .

all of us were

the spectre of wa

r was heavy .

it was above &

below the news

i was beneath

the news

i slept under she

ets of news

i trans

formed the data

into prose

like japanes flow

ers

arranged on page

of elegant fire es

cape

& our caucus

Flwrs

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conquering the gates was a bustop.

crinkling the bridge of his Germany

a country regenerating off a small downy feather.

Joseph could not be expected to the gulp

attempts to scale it that remember everything.

French windows and into the glare

died Fine Art in Berlin.

Joseph had a flowerbed on a windowsill

head of an elegant carnation, Joseph,

atom; the stamen, circled with bees

here in this garden looking deep into the

the old physicist, sees the flower as an

unlike the autumns from Joseph's

piles of rotting leaves. Now, though,

breeze. the garden was so alive, so

childhood where summer lay dying in

f

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all under the contras (coca-cola skies broken by beating wings

they said “be fragile answer none.”

we said nothing

a poltergeist[1] for supper

eating an angry ghost - speculation. This specter[2] stands on a leg of fire.

over the jungles casings

into the churches

over the sea open doors lay eggs (black dots falling to the breakers

to the fishes my brother

always a bigger fish

than before (the Indians laugh

the priest’s[3] last hand

two fingered on a flat forehead watch the hammers (and pipe)

confess breakfast (more

speak into a fist

and disappear

[1] General Leopoldo Galtieri

[2] Hollow, winged dart.

[3] Father Christian Federico von Wernich.

a

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b

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c

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hitting thud

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cheering up larkin

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series one

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Every time the line hits water

nothing happens –

only expectation of guts, gills…

Under curved boat,

wooden edged,

fine silt buries bones.

Underneath:

fossils of friends –

a lake of everything cold.

The ubiquity of grass –

the long October

of the planets.

there is noise,

familiar, received

- it is Russian and plural.

Semi frozen,

of winter,

bordered by greasy forests:

this colossal land –

never Russia

always home.

Peel of bells

and autumns

scaffolds raised

against the banks,

An accumulation of rusting

and of time, aprox.

There is only

the hearts and eyes

left in animals

The closing cut

in the sky

shows a metal-bodied

plane, briefly –

seconds only, almost transparent, but

real, touchable

and gone.

The building

offers nothing:

fire escape

windows

reflections

bookcases.

In elements

there is continuity.

a flooding?

a switch.

– off

–off.

Further green

growing mass

of Leipzig

and Eindhoven.

Sonderkommando

hefting axes

smashing chairs

sleeping

eating time.

After this

the summer

collapses.

I am proud

of snow.

CERN (i)

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Cyclical, underground and breaking -

one hundred before the atom.

elegant – only in its form (the skin is pretty

always covering

endless muscle

and potential.[i]

underneath a pinhead, billions[ii] - an atom

in two hands

the shovel/the pen.

one breaks, three breaks a bridge across a wing.

Unpinnable, one sits amongst the chair (the second begins

immediately after

the previous,

the boundaries smudge.[iii]

Working on stasis

on wooden benches

where elements sleep

unable to silhouette for movement.)

The constant buzzing of objects and animals

solid and gone

everywhere at once

eat the tomatoes in the greenhouse and the carbon in stars.

[i] Circulating with good lifetimes. Splashes of particles, periods of quiet beam.

[ii] Thanks for following, systems commissioning begins; the clockwise beam.

[iii]Energy in tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny particles; 450Gev of energy crushing a nut.

CERN (ii)

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Aerials point towards them

a summoning arm under clouds

(With peacock colours

the image centres and folds

The voice speaks

sensitive to the pressure

a barometer[1]

of the archaeologist

(the butcher

with fleshed bones

and creased apron

washes his boots

in the overflow

a bitten nail (in that cause and solution)

a poultice and reminder

a terrible pendant

of the feather strewn

box, of the pecked neck

and the paper shell

(Flowers bought by the girl given to the man she motions

never to sing to growl

- coming into a sea-town

empty handed

expressing elegence (in flight) a stone

into water

thrown

a spla(((sh)))[2]

(a quiet arrogance, a wingtip, a claw[3]

a fishing bird

tumbling

forwards

ecstatically[4]

eyes open

for the second after impact

(([ripple]))[5]

[1] a symbol of mounting underwhelming disappointment.

[2] representations of real events.

[3] following the line of the forearm into the animal.

[4] aggressively.

[5] the eyes covered by a thin film.

CERN (iii)

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The stars centre (a miniature galaxy -

(((((((((((((((((((((o)))))))))))))))))))))))): time

((((((((((((((((((((((o))))))))))))))))))))))): position

(((((((((((((((((((((((o)))))))))))))))))))))): money/heart

5 y x7

(x+y-7

(smudging around the nucleus – the dot of universe

returning to Hellas on

hands of gold and clay feet /////////////////////::::::::::::::::::::::(o)

Across the sea the elements

twitch into the s((((o)))n

on beams, on st((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((rs, on songs:

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