A piece that transports and transforms. From the Archives, missed but now found in a Wormhole, this one needs to be sat with, allowed to burn like a glowing ember within the mind and heart of the reader, it illuminates and mystifies, mythologizes and moves and moves and moves.
Do go and “View The Original,” but be wary of these Wormholes. They are addictive. You will lose yourself. And you will be happier for it.
“Wehrmut” by Cluster & Eno, from the album ‘Cluster & Eno’ (1977)
“…he paced about the bricks with
empty glasses…”
you could see the dust around his
shining car
driving into the desert
(he was driving through water he was
going away
he was drowning).
In the rooftop restaurant
I could barely see his eyes under
the reflection of building and sky
(on the street we
walked past the deep-blue sky poster
for cigarettes)
when he walked
the air rippled through his head
like worms, he said,
“…I felt the clear emotion
of the sky
I…”
“…crumpled inside
felt like wallowing yellow
like ribbed yellow…”
“…in my chest in
whapple, lapple, lapping, lopping…”
he laughed, dead serious.
He told me once
he smiled on the beach, the puddles
smarted his eyes
cut them:
real yellow tears
real yellow tears
real yellow tears
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you are most sweet for doing this, JCC; especially for one of my earlier puppies, thank you
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Well, it’s such a little cutie….but my-oh-my would you look at the size of those paws….
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Oh the good stuff, 24 carats 😀 cool beans
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Yessiree Bob–er, Bruce…
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That’s why I don’t go down the wormholes. I’d never find my way out. Thanks for finding this one for me.
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Oh yes, I’ve gotten lost many times. I usually seem to find my way out though, but not always…
My Pleasure.
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Great poem … I’m a fan of Mr M Lewis Redford. I truly look forward to new posts from him. I’m not sure how long I’ve been following his blog, but he never disappoints.
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Yes! He was one of the first for me, and definitely my first “real” blog-friend. His voice is strong, unique and never fails to make me think about thinking, which is always a good thing.
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