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2009’s progress….

Posted by Ian McAdam on March 23, 2009

LONDON SPRING 2009

 

Like dreams
that condense
into momentary
solid reality
(as touchable
as smellable
and energised as
reality)

Like reality
that floats
into routine
fluid monotony
(as forgettable
as bland
and as boring
as
nothing
at all)

 

 

 

 

 

The Angel

Is focal

In

My benefit woe

Eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

WIND TUNNEL CULTURE

It’s today’s quagmire

Eighties in the seventies

Way –

You came into my mind

And what I find

I don’t mind

Even tho

It uptites me

To the point

Of a champagne-type

Cork – work done –

Rested –

Among the glitter remains

 

Seventies restlessness

Thought about

Beach development

Where nature is nurtured

In human enjoyment

 

Nineties sequesteredness

Done as quick

As slow motion

Does quick slowly

 

Eighties shoulderpaddedness

And instant convenient

And thought digitality

 

Noughties Ignorances

Contraction and

Birth pains

 

…as the conversation rolls

In linguistically fluid Englishness

…sixtiesex express…

 

 

 

 

 Introducing

LONDONLINGUIST

Is a factory

Of the way

We speak

International style

CITY RISE HEARTBEAT

The beat of a reactionary heart from sleep to wakefulness, from commuting to working, through stressful situations, through hard labour, through excitement, then through tea and lunch breaks and later the addition of adrenalin on a dancefloor, the effects of alcohol, cocaine and sexual tension, then back to the world of sleep,dreams and duality.

 

INTERNATIONAL BRITISHNESS

(Weather tortureboarded)

Mine mind

On the bus

Was not much

On the paper

As on

The street

 

It woz a treat

To see the bus shadow

Product:

My mind relief

 

Variant London

Englishness

MORE INTROSPECTION

…how fast

The week crocus

Joy lasts

In memory.

But two weeks,

How quick those

Weeks slip into

Middleness…

…language evolution

In mind

Returning to dirty

Thoughts

Obsession possession

Language street-light

Extinguish

 

ABOUT ONE HUNDRED WORDS

8.00am Monday

February into March.  The sun is dissolving the mist.  Through the weathered flaking black-painted railings, the young paper barked planes (with terminal buds tensely waiting) are casting long western shadow straps over the sparkled regrowth grass.  Against the ancient stone wall of St Leonard’s Church, on an embankment, are a clamoring group of freshly emerged crocuses, like freshly blown Venetian vases (mingled in two shades of purple, yellow and white).  A parka clad middle aged man peers at the flowers intently – memory land, and his late mother’s favourite time of the year.

 

 

 

 

The Angel

Is focal

In

My benefit

Woe eye

 

 

 

 

 

REPEATING UNDERCLASS CREATIVITY

Under the bamboo scaffold

(the only one

I have ever

Seen in London)

Around the

Faltering  Fullback

In Bloomsbury

 

Taut sanity

Kitty kat ball

Sandblasted mood lights

(backwardly transparent)

 

[a cactus

Showing 2 hard

Winters

And a year

Of neglect

But all is

Forgiven

And it

Continues to grow]

 

Defensive writer

Safety as I

Look at the page

And put down

Fluid strokes

Which are slight

And wrong

 

POLAR CAP REBOUNDS

As the sledge

Slips in

 

 

 AND IN PAKISTAN

Gunmen among the

Cultivated busy lizzies.

Yellow v gunmetal

Pink v polished steel

Magenta v khaki

Rectitude convinced

And blood pools

Wind tunnel culture

On both sides

 

 

I passed through

Fast burning

Helium

 

 

PLANES

THE BLUE LIT PLANE (ABOUT 50 WORDS)

A century and a half of pollution-filtering grand old tree, illuminated in liquid blue (grey ultramarine) isolated on an island drowned by traffic contrails.  The fog, apsiring to sub zero, suspends its heavy bulk mid air.  Growth at a winter stand still, hacksaw scars a painful memory (tree surgeons try kindness but time is money).

 

PLANE STUPID

Low plane vapour trail

Fine mesh

Twigs

To branch

Young plane

Smooth barked

Criss cross

Early sky

Aluminium twinkle tubes

And cloud deformation

 

 

EQUINOX ORNAMENTAL FRUIT – WISH  BLOSSOM

…forgotten,discarded

Concrete shells

{Petals collecting restlessly}

OZONE

Chlorine

Fresh, bleached

Sanitized leaking tapwater

smells

(calcified remnants)

Mixed in with the

High octane exhausted expulsions

…cheaper to run

Away

Than to finish.

 

 

 

I passed through

Fast burning

Helium

 

 

 

 PARALLEL DREAMERS

1.00pm Threadneedle St

Eye reflections

On fleeting plate glass

Window

No time for genuflections

Refueling urgency

-skirt suit

-pin stripe suit

Working is

Living

And living has been

Working, till

This redunancy.

 

 

Flash

LAST SUMMER’S MEMORY IN SPRING’S EYE

Swift’snesting and settling under Westminster Bridge at 5.30pm.  Single species birdcall, and in my mind I mixed this with the Hungerford train screech. Could it be that birdtwitter is the way MP’s speak on Sundays, or early, after beer and winwe, or just after sunset (or just before) after more beer and wine?

Later, I walked over Vauxhall Bridge as a homage to my 2003 spy fixated manic episode, to set on my favorite London bench.  There I saw a fair of size ten trainers.  Made me chuckle, seeing as in 2003 I still puzzle as to how I lost my shoes.

 

…autumn sticks

To spring

On the pavement

Detracted

Back to introspect

(I’m famous)

Back to befuzzlement

(I’m paranoid)

 

 

SKY SPORTS BLUE

(ELECTRIC BLUE REVOLUTION)

OR (THE EYELINER QUESTION)

 

!!! still in development!!! (I need to watch people more carefully!)

 

FLAGS, TAGS AND DIRTY MAGS

(THE LOCAL FANTASY IMAGE POLITICS)  (is still in very raw form)

 

Weeping pollen

Wind travellers

 

Bright enamel-steel

Relationships

HACKNEY STREET WARNING

“Be afraid

Be very afraid”

Hackneyed disenchanted livery.

 

(Is it a gun

Bullet hole

And knife stab

Gash

A belonging

Whose belongings

Will next be

Mine?)

Diss enchanted

Diss enfranchised feelings

 

Narrow pruned street trees

Dissolving into

Patchy bricks#and grey

Gummed up pavements

Gummed up gun belief.

 

Instant rust

Like mistrust

Streetsway

Urban old richochet.

 

UBIQUITY

Everywhereness

London plane

Frequently, frequency….

 

Back to infinity

Again

Full circle

Full circle

The way I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Responses to “2009’s progress….”

  1. “Eighties shoulderpaddedness”: hee hee!

    You’ve been busy!

  2. Ian
    I am truly astonished by the creative power that you have developed in your poetry.
    Your style has become beautifully distinct, and more accessible. You retain your love of word-play and vivid imagery that glows with your characteristic imagination.
    I look forward to reading more, and more!

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