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on Sunday afternoon
A life-time ago, Brian Eno produced a CD that would make full use of that then novel recorded audio formatHe wrote a single track of ambient music that lasted about 80 minutesAmbient music was his name for music designed, as it were, to fill spaces, it was defiantly not muzakHis music was for big places →
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the cool hand of Gillian Anderson…
now here it wasin her graspthe real thingsomething that always seemed magical in its formationconjured from imaginationno longer fantasyconcretethe contrast of firm textureto her soft palma delightto get the most from thesefew precious minutesshe conjured up a suitable tantrasettled herselfaccepting time is relativeand pleasure unquantifiableshe tapped itwith her neatly manicured nailssmiled at its confident rigiditythinking →
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on reflection
Within towersConstructed fromconcrete, steel and glassEyes focused on screensTracking digitalised dataEars plugged into headsetsAircon’s constant humWater coolers, coffee, carpetsElevators, escalatorsArtificial lightingMoney in the bank OutsideBlue skySun as high as it getsGentle breezeAlong the ThamesAir to breatheGoldfinches sing You choose. ~ CLP 21/06/2024 →
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One Frosty Night…
…when the guns were stillI dreamt of trees with leavesYoung men playing cricketChatter and laughter at a picnicLying face-up beside youWatching the swifts’ chaseAcross vast white pillowsThat dwarfed The MendipsYou squirming with delightGrass tickling your pale thighs~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 24 prompt: One poem from a line from another. This is from ‘Living Sepulchres’ →
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on uncertainty
one thing is certainwe’ll never know what’s cominguntil it arrives ~ n.b. Apologies for such an apparently trite post. Just wanting to mark the realisation that we all have to learn how to manage with the the certainty of uncertainty, which is why we have astrology, religions and the gambling industry, I suppose. C’est la →
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Night Clouds
after a while close to zerofeels warm, if shelteredfrom the north-easterlythat dragged the sheetof last night’s altostratusbetween us and the starsstretched the cloudsinto grotesque shapesghosts of memorieswringing out the final frissonbefore sleep took us ~ CLP 11/01/2024 →
Journey of Words 