various ragged fringes
part one
(various ragged fringes, Turpin. 1975)
as a preface---Carreg Ddu (OS SH 277421)---a spire---tin silver/copper green---ACTS---AXE---a waterfall sways---spray of pissblown back/ along the wind direction---a ragged carreg/ skerry sticking out/ a cragged blackness/ points from blue to blue---the visible kingdom of things that are.
various ragged fringes
ragged, at a late hour, this
particular cull
of coastlines of
life lifted
up & given back in dedication to
& in memory of coastlines
of & of
William
Sharp (1855-1905 proud
mother
that he was able to
deliver
her into a public, marginal)
tattered at the twilight, you might say of
it was always insubstantial
and for Chris who drove
the van, & were we on a wave of tourism? who
said
as we stood on Soft Hill “may the peace & power
of this holy place
fill us with light & love” & we were
lit up from above
&
letters written
finished ragged
at a late hour
Waves breathe with wit
of silver froth
Sea hits wet rock
My loins relax
They were impelled by rather funny forces
Rather ticklish like the furry clouds
& withstands the brunt of various humours
Stuck as he is so far out into rough sea
As hands can stretch the fingers of the land
play
out the wit
of silver froth
and still it tickles –
Laughter in the mirth of blue release
A rush of blood to things
a rush of things to mind against
Promontories of obduration -
Laughter so I can’t repress it what with
sprouts of seafoam up my trouserleg
from up a gully silly as a rush of tongues
of foam to lick a cave with fires
of mirthy piss & froth it
up until it’s time to be returning home
who was intrigued by literal gist & is
exhausted by the sadness & the fun of it
words
through
air attracts me
to
the time they work in
building
tombs of words
No Time of Agitation
Scraping the hand on stone
The Quiet
on
this stepladder
is quite unknown
with grey
sky slate grey sand &
lead – what’s this to do with
that or with
who
follows
his material
into
form brought
through
dark on the
wings
of a gleam making
one
dive two dives
making gain in
material
things
gold
rings
from
the
dark blue green
turbulent
obscure
sea
through a
see-through
chiaroscuro
chemise
of an
afternoon
&
bearing them
aloft
bright
white
in
the sun as the
arctic
tern does
fetch
her
flashing
whitebait
Carving stone a thought broke silence
burst & spent itself in air & he
returned to work in silence
scraping stone in dull persistence
listening to the rhythm of his stroke
and
grey clouds encircle all
his
aspiration
any
building
a
Cathedral in a rainy field
& Breaking
took
his tool from stone
& sighed
aspired
thought
rose &
fell
in
air
an arctic tern
from
where she comes
from
air she plunges
tin silver
copper green
Bowels of this
Angle
Stuffed with it
so much so it
Overfloweth
Watereth the world
fading
green to sunset
Blue
Brittania, Brigid, riding on the copper
in the sky
of metal prices
from the blue into
the dark
Blue
Full
of them so
Festivity
spills
on
grass and spreads
out
from a horn
What Is Going On? – she soothes his brow
A King rose in a daze flushed & unable
What Is Going On? – he snorted & he stampe
his foot.
The man is a
Majestic
Bull
in
the sun
the silence
in
this space is nice
a simple slit
the
thing is done
a trumpet bowed
Venus
Triumphant as
Rejoicing
in the battle &
The
Blood
Tin Pot
Blasting silence like a dome like
dancing
in
a corner of the playhouse
I’m going home
the
show was just
a
glint of tinsel
but
the space that opens out
alloweth
me to
enter
in
a
sacred tin
Stuffed with It
Blood of the Salt
of Earth Blood in
a Silver Bowl
Explicitly
displayed
as
lacerated by a ragged sun
among
rosebuds & spectators
before Death
comes on in the last
the children make their frantic
movements in the park a free
space to make haste in
another
day
light
while
they may
Material
World! – all I touch
turns
to
spirit
–
gold
or
precious goblets
hedged
by guilt
blood
crossed by
skimming infants
quick
as thought -
Mowed the lawn. The sun was shining and it was
a sunny afternoon, and I was trying to get in
touch with it. A gleaming axe was what I
thought it was. There was a table on the lawn.
A book lay open on the table. It was “The Book
of Thoth”.
sunny
afternoon
Venus would rise soon
metal etcetera
a waterfall sways
abiding form of a
fall of water
sways
in a fit of wind
is
falling down
into an intermingling play of sea and cards
in a rain of silver pellets while a hawk in
hover is above & over coastal down
- my pale blue eyes
reach back into the sky she hovers in -
The reach is the stretch of her claw for what
isn’t there
her
mirth at my oral obsession
But the white of bubbles has my laughter at
the
sirens of the skerries
the
slivers of sun on blue
the air thrown up in water in a sprout of water
into the dizzy air the seagulls ride on......
myself say Oh What a bright afternoon’s deep
blue sea of dreams! and staring at a dimming
blue till clouds crowd in and close the hole
with bitter or forgetting Oh What a bright
afternoon’s deep yawns of sea dreams full of
accidental incidents
a
scatter of cards
a
chatter of teeth
a
dance of silver chances
apparently spattering on wet moss on rock
until my fate is wet with it
along the wind direction
in
a
Sparrow
Hawk
hung in a right
blue
After
Sex
The
Temperature of
Day
rises to
Fever
and I cannot be distinguished
woven
into the design
the
water passes through a
sieve
until a sieve arrives to save us
only
the skin is
residue
and fills the bay
in a horizontal way
the blue has been squeezed from a tube
distinct
in all a life
until a sieve arrives to save us
of
the ocean all
applaud
skerry sticking out
a cragged blackness
points from blue to blue
tobaccosmoke,
intracted are
flung
out and scattered
infinitely
And connections
between likeminded people
in fish, in clothes, in common goods
have to force to make connection
with the centre to survive
because, because
things
flow so
after
willing what you want
cause ejects us
out as turds or
expectorate liquorice
intertwine
out position
with harps and jewsharps and harmonicas
entertaining commission
from kings’ rings of tin
& the moisture in clouds
sheeny
slices of earth
you
dig roots in your face
in
damp wind or the flap
in
your face of damp washing
the slurry and sliding of earth
across a shock, an electric shock
of news
delighted and expectant comet raised to shock
disappointed falls to ruin
down to the groundless ground
in rain that is rain of stars
in a shower to soak with water
all over the earth
to
the edge of a fated social
compact
contract comet continent or
planet
-
clues to unlock like
keys
a course or cause
of leys
of
Sentence
To bring down the wrongs of Iron
Or the hammer of Cerne Abbas man, Orion
on the throng of happy watchers of the show
to make them cringe
Emotional
Truth
to inroads made
in
the name of Greed -
An
Original Empire
different coast
eye
for wave-glint
fish-turn
flash
of fish
flesh
swishes in a blur
among
in
blue all through
the
still duration of a
very
fine afternoon
alarmed
in his unuttered call
there’s the colour of clouds towards evening
a worn, a fringed, a faded sky
the simple blue
is of the beauty of the world
it is gives rise to expectation of
a further out, another
an eye on clouds build-up of
cumulonimbus
black
pupil-lake
he feels dizzy looking down
the
souls pass out
from
rock to rock
he who rides the clouds leads his throng through
across
water
into
waters of
terns that decorate
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