2015/02/28
dream book(s) entry
Another time I am travelling back from a mysterious country. I do not
know the language, the customs, nor can I be certain where it is. I am
flying over the city a fine gale pushing me along . It's my astral
projection body. I see lights over the tops of all the buildings: I wake
up, I am in the Bronx visiting my girlfriend of the time. (Dream bk
2000)
Someone comes up to me when I'm in Dublin one night saying (nattering away very rapidly) well CLifford Duffy what on earth brings you here? I am dumbfounded, mouth agape I am speechless I get dizzy I feel the world spinning from under my feet!~ I wake up and realized I was on the boat-train heading back to the Continent. (Dream bk, 1993)
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Someone comes up to me when I'm in Dublin one night saying (nattering away very rapidly) well CLifford Duffy what on earth brings you here? I am dumbfounded, mouth agape I am speechless I get dizzy I feel the world spinning from under my feet!~ I wake up and realized I was on the boat-train heading back to the Continent. (Dream bk, 1993)
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2015/02/24
2015/02/23
Troy
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Argues about versions / who
won
/lost
like a mouth
s eeking a tit
a trick among soldiers /greeks fighting over a woman
don't tell you about the women fightin'
over men
and Amazons battling for women on the riverbed
What Hector did to the pretty ones
& Hot Helen and the hundreds of un-named others... how hot how panted who knows...
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Argues about versions / who
won
/lost
like a mouth
s eeking a tit
a trick among soldiers /greeks fighting over a woman
don't tell you about the women fightin'
over men
and Amazons battling for women on the riverbed
What Hector did to the pretty ones
& Hot Helen and the hundreds of un-named others... how hot how panted who knows...
anyhow, we write the book,
they make the movie
its all bullrushes
cracking in the distant walls o f this city
Aeneas knew the trick
moving things along
out of the city
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2015/02/20
__ chapter(ing)
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Chapter One __ No chapter designations/ call them Sections.
I was wandered around
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'half the people I know are mad' (Adrian Mitchell)
no one's having any illusions about your loyalty
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when
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when I think of the telephones in my life then the mobiles over the last few years
and then, to my surprise and shock it turns out water-main burst in another part of the borough where I live. Saw it on the news and I felt compassion and worry and concern for the residents and wondered how they are now. and the awful winter it's battering the building buffeting wind around the couple of blocks near by up from the frozen tundra of a river .
and people romanticise nature nature my eye , as they say.
thank goodness it's heated here but the memory of that lightening strike lingers
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2015/02/19
A nd
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....Shocking weather, mister,' he concluded, addressing the man behind the counter, who responded by nodding his head several times, his countenance still distorted by the vacant grin. 'I suppose you think I shouldn't be complaining about fog with the brogue on me, but Irish mist is a different proposition entirely. You could stand a broomstick up in this stuff and it wouldn't fall down. Bad for business too, I suppose?'
David Lodge, The British Museum is Falling Down
p 134.
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....Shocking weather, mister,' he concluded, addressing the man behind the counter, who responded by nodding his head several times, his countenance still distorted by the vacant grin. 'I suppose you think I shouldn't be complaining about fog with the brogue on me, but Irish mist is a different proposition entirely. You could stand a broomstick up in this stuff and it wouldn't fall down. Bad for business too, I suppose?'
David Lodge, The British Museum is Falling Down
p 134.
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_ hinterland
Winter I hate thee
A perfect world with no winter.
Winter I cannot stand you anylonger. Go winter, leave. Leave us.
________________________________ On the other hand
Blow blow thou winter wind thou art so unkind as human ingratitude
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2015/02/18
cold combat
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Dante the Italian poet Mister Dante and the seven(th) muse
A caretaker field
he was a caretaker poet
what will happen to the world war about to end
As war is ending
each night earth there is less
war
before
a young becoming happens the kid wails out in Argentina
the birth of an idea a peace of peace a meadow of azaleas
of democracy round the earth ___ at least call it 'around '
(the words making their pass )
between the loves of love
People are rightly worried about a nuclear war__ so they think or imagine and there are those who want everyone worrying ....
however
it won't happen
anymore than the squares happen
It won't happen not here in this planet
A telescope to the future cures one's doubts
The other war going on daily the day to day matches the cold combats
the inability giving in to admit you're wrong
and give this is the war making
the other aint gonna happen
the molecules to the big stifling machines and the copy cats the robots doing what they're told
A man cannot compliment a woman she
cannot compliment him she
seeks approbation repeating the same
cycle of starting and stopping throughout her life
this is no way to be neighbourly
the man alone labours on one day a river swallowing him
he's disappeared forever gone into a smoke flying up into the air
the sick ones come 'about power
Dante the Italian poet Mister Dante and the seven(th) muse
A caretaker field
he was a caretaker poet
what will happen to the world war about to end
As war is ending
each night earth there is less
war
before
a young becoming happens the kid wails out in Argentina
the birth of an idea a peace of peace a meadow of azaleas
of democracy round the earth ___ at least call it 'around '
(the words making their pass )
between the loves of love
People are rightly worried about a nuclear war__ so they think or imagine and there are those who want everyone worrying ....
however
it won't happen
anymore than the squares happen
It won't happen not here in this planet
A telescope to the future cures one's doubts
The other war going on daily the day to day matches the cold combats
the inability giving in to admit you're wrong
and give this is the war making
the other aint gonna happen
the molecules to the big stifling machines and the copy cats the robots doing what they're told
A man cannot compliment a woman she
cannot compliment him she
seeks approbation repeating the same
cycle of starting and stopping throughout her life
this is no way to be neighbourly
the man alone labours on one day a river swallowing him
he's disappeared forever gone into a smoke flying up into the air
the sick ones come 'about power
Dante's Inferno
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These are yet blacker spirits. Various crimes
Have sunk them deeper in the dark abyss.
If thou so far descendest, thou mayst see them.
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Notes
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Decadence
A generation of decadent French women between the ages of forty and say fifty-five years of age? I don't know about those sixty up . But the others in their forties to mid fifties one sees this again and again. , remarkable 'failures', a collective neurosis no perspective on life, politics, or anything ..... 'bourgeois' in aspiration if not in fact.....double-standards in all areas of they and their families lives ___they've become virtual caricatures of themselves.
No ability to situate themselves or others
the sickness runs deep.
I am talking about my own limited experience.
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Decadence
A generation of decadent French women between the ages of forty and say fifty-five years of age? I don't know about those sixty up . But the others in their forties to mid fifties one sees this again and again. , remarkable 'failures', a collective neurosis no perspective on life, politics, or anything ..... 'bourgeois' in aspiration if not in fact.....double-standards in all areas of they and their families lives ___they've become virtual caricatures of themselves.
No ability to situate themselves or others
the sickness runs deep.
I am talking about my own limited experience.
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Beauty
1 . Canadian beauty versus French decadence
2. I saw that the older generation of middle class or would be middle class French (of France) women had become bumbling fools, truly decadent; decadent socially, intellectually, sexually, artisically; a generation of neurotics. Nearly all of those I have come across either in person while visiting France, or here at an event, or online, I met who were in their forties had become decadent and had had too much of everything and they all struck me as sick. It is not the same with women here . Women here no matter how one feels about them or what one thinks of them are not decadent and spoiled. I generalize here but of course the real difference I am talking about someone who lives his art and those who are too neurotic to do anything but talk about it. This is a generation of women who have not studied and given thought to themselves about who and what they are and where they situate themselves. In another time and place they would have been called whores.
3. Disgusting to see. Better be something else somewhere else.
4. The degeneration of the descartians Rabelesian spirit into this revolting inverted arrogance . A people
given too much and in this case the women . The men it goes without say were worse. But we knew
that already everyone knew that.
5. I generalize as right now I am a general marshalling the word battailions!which is stupid of course as I don't believe in armies . I believe in Homer though and his phalanxes of words and others who followed his path and if there are those to stupid to believe what I am doing then I want nothing to do with them.
re tact
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Part deux demain
but poetry's a way of life not a domain
a state ofmind not an obligation to please an audience barely able to read
'fit audience and few'
the rest might well drown
O well faits vos jeux!
what could a lover know of the stranger
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However let's clarify things; it's situational as many individuals are unable to situate themselves or others in their actual lived context.
There are hundreds of types who are like this, it's almost commonplace but it is more glaring in some .
For instance, there seems to be a rampant sickness neurosis running i .
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Part deux demain
but poetry's a way of life not a domain
a state ofmind not an obligation to please an audience barely able to read
'fit audience and few'
the rest might well drown
O well faits vos jeux!
what could a lover know of the stranger
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However let's clarify things; it's situational as many individuals are unable to situate themselves or others in their actual lived context.
There are hundreds of types who are like this, it's almost commonplace but it is more glaring in some .
For instance, there seems to be a rampant sickness neurosis running i .
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tact
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some people have the tact of dinosaurs they come along pounding loud and
& leave trails of shit behind them
i've learned to jump out of the way before the shit hits me
their shit as someone once said maybe they think it doesn't smell
but i can smell it from miles away
a delicate antennae an antennae like me can't afford having dinosaurs like that around
and the poor dinosaur! always troubled with their own neurosis
and the decadence that goes with it
never getting anything done
and there's different types too I suppose
let me think the flat-footed kind the big flubby kind who
bash you with their endless boring stories of failed love
but more later i must anon as night wills me to sing and this bird's a twittering creature
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2015/02/15
making creating
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lines of flight, becoming creation co-creation, twisting, turning, unexpected jumping, bouncing
trundling, folding and tumbling rumbling humbling a line thick as paint
thin as the path of an arrow
but not the dead lines
old phone lines
of dead rock and roll
the cliche
a linea a line that becomes a dead end is no place to go at all
a linea a line that becomes a dead end is no place to go at all
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Story
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There was a woman who became an artist from a small town. In Eastern Europe. It was a small country but rich in heart and often poor in soul .. with much guilt and crime in its past.....
But time passed and some things in that country got better and the people too got better.
The woman came to age in this country with a new heart growing & the woman,
did some interesting work and as time went on she got popular and for a time she was humble, kept learning and her work got better and so likewise did her friendships with true artists
Then slowly the small acclaim she had went to her head
Social media made her dead
It went to her small circle's head to her s head.
she confused the true and real
the like with the like
the love with love
the one's that were real with the ones on for a ride.
were in danger of losing the touch
not that being a great artist is the only thing
but she wanted to be good but after some time a year or two of 'social media'
she lost the spirit of art , of generosity and in her case
Knew better her talent began to fade and wither and
the woman started to paint sentimental work quoting bad pop poetry from dead rock singers
like becamse more important than
to share and be generous to other artists
And their work got worse and worse
weaker and weaker
like a cheap light bulb
destined to burn out
forgotten
a linea a line that becomes a dead end is no place to go at all
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a linea a line that becomes a dead end is no place to go at all
2015/02/14
... the easy
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quoting bad songs in a painting is not a good idea. it lessens the value of a work. that could be good.
if one is going to quote f ind the true not the obvious & easy
a linea a line that becomes a dead end is no place to go at all
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Re by spring water
Th(a)t's strange phrase 'hamstrung by lanes' ... starting your text with that peculiar phrase just by sound than forgetting it and moving off your hand pointing across Jeanne-Mance street .. it's almost a real street yet ... .. into a memory then intertwining that with your fiction and another's . the poet spies on his own self? an espionage of love . goes back. but you even fool yourself as if.
Ill be there if I can . No matter . is it no matter that carries on.a rain
by spring water
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by spring water
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hamstrung by lanes and tagging no one held back it was winter it was and not a lot more than that it was trying to be good in the middle of in the middle of what in the midst as it was it was a middle of things and
the drun-drun-drun and the din
between the flags waving of the parmount movement the colors of the sky blue as heaven and the lane
around the corner walking through and what's her name you can't remember her name she lived nex to Bob Mellor who's disappeared for years now it was then she hemmed up to him wandering that sky of spring as you turned into the lane and David Yaeger tall as a tree walking down
the speed-walks across the city we did those
1973-4-5 was it ? the tibetan yoga walk
there'll be more as the pain comes then Bonnie vanishing
& others reappearingr in the 80's there a woman Rachel a woman remember me?
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2015/02/13
re Flocky & Yearny
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So tell all who was Flocky first of all? was he the creation of Yearny's yearning or the Mona of Jill's becoming herself along the slave of other self? and was her own required becoming a mere trope of the guitared figure of speech? and speech its own sweet spoken rare conduit of the boxing betwixt friend and enemy?
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So tell all who was Flocky first of all? was he the creation of Yearny's yearning or the Mona of Jill's becoming herself along the slave of other self? and was her own required becoming a mere trope of the guitared figure of speech? and speech its own sweet spoken rare conduit of the boxing betwixt friend and enemy?
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know
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you knew someone that's trapped in a ghost body to define it is one plug
being free of it another
the two combined make a fine trap that's poetry's the excuse for but you'd be
better off watching star trek
of that which is so speakin
or say a pell-mell wheat moment the molecular star-making
cake
as the maximum anyone can get in giving is receiving & that's where you fail
you fail to receive as your ideas keep you barricaded behind the supposed wall you think
no one sees i saw it
i saw
there's an old saw another person in that room shrinking because of it
a middle age woman medicated
a young man hurt his driver who'd gotten him there free gone out of his way
because of it
all because you a re so beautiful
yr partner is too it kills everyone
so take your beauty and go away
& return when you're better and beautiful
but not sick
beautiful but kind
because you're like someone else i know playing hard to get
yr shell 's made of peanut butter wrapped
c crunchy shell like material
is that called playing safe?
it's not your fault but not mine either
nor theirs
that's for sure
it's nobody's fault because no one's perfect
but you gotta keep trying
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you knew someone that's trapped in a ghost body to define it is one plug
being free of it another
the two combined make a fine trap that's poetry's the excuse for but you'd be
better off watching star trek
of that which is so speakin
or say a pell-mell wheat moment the molecular star-making
cake
as the maximum anyone can get in giving is receiving & that's where you fail
you fail to receive as your ideas keep you barricaded behind the supposed wall you think
no one sees i saw it
i saw
there's an old saw another person in that room shrinking because of it
a middle age woman medicated
a young man hurt his driver who'd gotten him there free gone out of his way
because of it
all because you a re so beautiful
yr partner is too it kills everyone
so take your beauty and go away
& return when you're better and beautiful
but not sick
beautiful but kind
because you're like someone else i know playing hard to get
yr shell 's made of peanut butter wrapped
c crunchy shell like material
is that called playing safe?
it's not your fault but not mine either
nor theirs
that's for sure
it's nobody's fault because no one's perfect
but you gotta keep trying
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2015/02/11
what happened
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so what happened in Ireland ~ i found our son ~ and was he lovely as a cloud smattering the afternoon sky the air filled like tundra with the marks of a rising sun?
~ indeed he was that he was
the wind beckons by that water
lapping on the seashore
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so what happened in Ireland ~ i f
~ indeed he was that he was
the wind beckons by that water
lapping on the seashore
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