Monday 27 October 2014


            MD

just like Marcel's measure
the stick they had found
by the road to the school
The beautiful writer has smoked these hieroglyphs just for your viewpoint and see now they have gone
Banded sky

Monday 13 October 2014

trackside of road

high the mist hill passing yr silver mattress in twilight

orchard transparencies flo

thin cloud banks

chalk marks by the gate

road bends earth view drifts

mass text dream

discomfort palpable radiations passing below

the high flying bird the lowly worm the liars and the angels the lions and the lambs

his list of treads, his final idiosyncrasies, craqueleur and fractal delerium

early palimsest of scratches slightly clothed in the leafed garden

last year’s autumn hazel backlights all

observe magical king creature stirring

dark’n light aleatoric markers overlooking river in folds unshaven

hyena world of bone or glass

a blue sky as someone passes and leans over looking intent

how the harbour opens, how the field stretches away, the hills celluloid in the distant fiction

a fuckin' socialist joke between blocks of someone

a small pink thing at the point of issue

lovely creatures translated from ideograms in blue

blue mist around the dolmen hollow tree language of stone people

squirrels in a glass cabinet

neon dust reading the signals of a sleeping woman

a mass of hovering facets clung interupting in the breeze statuesque topiary pieces

the childhood spectacle of art darks their speed more than a bit of wood with script

tyre track side of road next rains could see you gone



imago emergent

 
 
recumbent in smoke
lands
the little drea - mer
to the blue
the sea-spiral serpent and
small window cloud bank

sea with white tops...

 
 
reliquary embroidering
the cornish etceteras rise indefinitely out of obsessional treatments

throw those windows open wide cleansing the doors of perception and making it new
beset by ghosts
at upper trevaskis listening to history
the wind and the rain through tall trees
steel hammering before birds before sunrise
pervading
ghosts
goats coats sacks wives how many were there going to




 
i.m. bill griffiths

LUDO: [i play]
wiv mod board
flexed tin dome dice shaker
HELLO KITTY counters fit
neat circlets in my memory
orange and white plastic
EMPIRE-MADE travelling boon chess set
where didums Matthews or whatever
his name could never be beaten

delinquent 2-step




 

 

 

Delinquent Behaviours



Argue Gone (come over love The sleep



Diff over she looks at me likely



cuts the mustar Moves the elephants and other importants



One of the most important occurences this side o’ breakfast took out the word Shag



imp

Tink and

daw



 

impression, that is



obsessed



contour trace line where all the ladders



 

pile up any old any



 

‘round the dragnet



 

murmering seaweed of child



 

cat and expanse



 

clear sky morning



 

frost window



 

lace


 


mood kerfuffle



 

assessement of weather conditions affecting jackdaw chacks the changing breakfast



 

 

 

mist band



orchard



sunlight



glistening wet



 

 

 

flash



white



underwing



 

 

plastic sword stuck in the lawn

THERE ARE NO FISH IN THIS TANK



 

 

 

 

"the fascination of it being what it is" how much talent could there possibly be in the soil

see-thru creatures between flimsy break down label and stone event

goes round all together and inbetween everything blossoms appearing in the orchard

and tomorrow in my place i will leave word filled with ripening creatures

a non-rhyme sonnet that pride extrudes...

all things i was and where i’m going to come to promonotory Time

a dream rebirth the naked transmogrifying monster

falling through a hatch on saturday in the upper world

the upper world nearly found out it was me looking down from my shadow on the ridge the fuselage
sleep after rubric after hubris after down all is pigeon talk in soft evernescence

the vikings come in mist completely irrelevant

they have gone off in the valley of heat as all interlaced things

the cockerel the crow and the guitar strut in complete syncromesh

gibberish gibous she was our moon gertrude had a very fat mind but she was a little monkey
woman who calls her piece/pieces tender buttons deserve attentions

little monkey our moon my duck fly across clever dick now film

a pair of nice shoes for instance