Does it? I'll take your word for it!
L
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Subject:Re: The sky
Brings to my mind David Rosenboom's album title:
"How Much Better If Plymouth Rock Had Landed On The Pilgrims"
Barry
On Wed, 6 Mar 2013 11:30:17 +0000, Lawrence Upton wrote:
>I like _brigs us_
very good
L
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Subject:Re: The sky
'we steer towards Plymouth'
suddenly brigs us down to earth!!!cheers P
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Subject: The sky
[I have added a few full stops to force the line break -- not on word
-- hope this doesn't spoil your reading experience]
tones from a scale s bass
water-colour
or colour in a little water
suspended
.
on air
back-illuminated
.
howl of slosh and hail ready to fall
mushy water spitting at the window
spreading into narrow courses
standing briefly
against wind of our swaying passage
.
light increases outside
so that one sees
a sky overcoast blurred grey
breaking its flesh open
slack baggy layers of itself
tattooed by reflections of one window
into another the rain stopping
.
start again with new sky
light blue pastel light tinge of yellow
white clouds with darkening undersides
not mixed with anything
ponderous
and alarming as their weight increases
.
a spray of fine sleet
slaps over our northern side
and is blown away
.
torch of exposed sun
brul es the blackening clouds muddy
the glass clears
the sun s put back
fluff cloud and snow cloud come
close to each other
.
an horizon pulled back
showing misty hills
images of China on antiques
or fakes
till the sky striates
into broken mesh
below white and blue conventional depictions
a thin dado roll of it
and, below, molasses in porridge
unpalatable
at the edge
of a gasp of precipitation
for all the good that will do
to earth impermeably surfaced
.
now all the sky is dark
blue and glowing deep green
smouldering ochres near the top
of the barrier splitting
worlds from worlds the
occupied from the promissory
tottering babels of packing cases
and pre-febrication
below which might circle the self-
obsessed of many words
ant-busy and aggressive
rain leaves the window
a bend in the road
not on the simple map
changes the background
.
divided
charcoal and graphite dust the south
shiny white and blue the north
.
background changes to
all white with a smudge
of grey
.
then
all rosy
.
then
all darkness
.
we steer towards Plymouth
.
yellow and white at the top right-hand
sun on the biggest trumpet one s ever seen
hearing that brightness blown by Dizzy Gillespie
green fields developing into homes around a big black cloud flashily
highlighted
the whole height tipping
into empty blue
large flower in a bright vase
in a buried room
and us looking
amazed
from a table top
we do not understand
do not know
we are as large as butterflies
.
the angle changes or another edit
whipped cream and fresh snow
on something chocolate brown
in porcelain blue
.
yellowish letters inverted reflecting
from the windscreen logo
fly over the approaching hillside
.
the snow or rain cloud
has been chopped up
.
a year of posters
eroded and torn from unconnected billboards
.
the hillside s gone
letters overlay trees
a car going north
aquaplaning
spins around
a fly spray-poisoned
and becomes part of others looking
_March 2007_
_Devon Tiverton Parkway Station to Plymouth Station_
_revised March 2013_
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