I Was thinking how synaesthetic it all was before I got to the word there, Lawrence. All that socio-cultural noise…
Doug
On Sep 2, 2014, at 10:16 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> *percussion*
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> yellow wordy enclosure
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> over grey blue
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> silver bar
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> fades behind green oxidation
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> several islands in a silver sea
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> a rope between two uprights
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> bluish one end sagging the other
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> green and blue beside each other
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> ecstatic bird
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> no bird
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> no rope
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> no sun
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> white tree stump
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> white plastic spoon
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> white droppings on grey concrete
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> fading tree stump
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> fading sky
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> impassive man with camera
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> two cameras
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> camera flash
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> bark of a dog spread out with a spatula
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> upright and falling cross-bar
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> a pram containing a baby rolling towards the ocean
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> a child in a wet so'wester
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> wings flapping
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> egg shell fragments
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> flutter of embers
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> bare wood
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> sun beams
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> bare sky
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> an open head collecting rain water
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> a coffee cup containing blood
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> spilt soil
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> rendered brickwork
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> squeals of pink
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> low clawed cloud
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> synaesthetic openings
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> porn to king's foreplay
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> forecourt
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> for ever and ever gorse bell heather
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> rock outcrop
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> a field of rotting cauliflowers
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> a spear brandished
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> a clapping crowd
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> coils of wet rope
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> a drowned child
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> three swamped arches in a row
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> two strands of seaweed
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> a ship at sea
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> a crumbling drop
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> tea stains on the tablecloth
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> a squawk of linen
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> an open window in a painted forest
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> ring pull cans tied together
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> rattling words
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> time to remember
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> point by point
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> line by line
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> rope by rope
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> a reflecting a repeating windows boarded up to create privacy
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> cobwebs
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> water impasto
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> bank
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> sand
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> cash of the titans
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> rock at the window
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> silence clattering
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> muttering silence
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Douglas Barbour
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