Archives for posts with tag: method

Measures of adequacy | Were the tears sufficient? | The grief, commensurate with the injury? | A line of plane of trees in summer | A walk | A death | The tears falling | The tears unfallen | The tears unfelt | Degrees of commitment | A line of plane trees in autumn | Subtle | spaces | The startled, the uneasy | soul | crouching, wrapped in subtle | spaces | The tokens | The signs | The gifts | The tears shown | Is this enough | grief? | A walk | A death | The empty | soul | startled, uneasy, unsure | A line of plane trees in spring | The love | passed | Unsure, uneasy, startled in | between | the subtle | spaces | Is this | enough | time? | Scale of emotional events | Relation of feeling to episode | Conventions on sensibility | The appropriate | The tears | dry | A walk | A death | A line of lime trees in spring | Is this | sufficient? | Is this | over yet? | Is this | enough?

 



from the series method | dry conditions
(on-going sequence of poems, commenced 2012:
this poem, September 2012)

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We live in cities | You’ve never heard their names | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3 | In our millions | a hundred jewels of small fires | to go round | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3 | We die in hospitals | slowly | across the years | Flyovers | Subways | Lift-shafts | Highways | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | We are not | waiting for you | In our millions | shadow gathering | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | We live in cities | with different reasons | for war | and different | figures moving in our dreams | weed fronds | waving to and fro | in dark bays | below busy shipping lanes | to the rulers’ drives | of dirty tides | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | We live in tower blocks | contract diseases | with ancient names | You’ve never heard their voices | We live in cities | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3 | We run in gangs | We speak in tongues | you don’t know | exist | Makes of cars | sweet wrappers | trucks at lights | scripts you can’t decipher | Demographic | We make new sounds | when we make love | new sounds | old sounds | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3 | We drift through streets | under polluted trees | We stand in doorways | sweat in summer | and in winter | we freeze | Demographic | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3 4 | We mound like sugar | beet and like | cabbages | we rest quiet | like medicine balls | in nocturnal gymnasiums | We grow | like crops | like crops | we are sown | and harvested | Demographic | We collect in crowds and from crowds | when the time comes | we slip away | Demographic | Demographic | We watch planes go over | We work in shops | and bars | factories | offices | we cross dusty | streets in summer, and in winter | we cross | streets piled with snow | Demographic | We gather to wed | we gather to mourn | Demographic | We drift out into yards | the corners of chain-link fences | the Red Room’s windows | the garage door | we follow foreign stars | on Twitter | we follow local parades | Demographic | We smoke cheap cigarettes | and watch the trains leave | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | We live in cities | You’ve never heard their names | Others go before us | and after us | others come | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | We are alive | in our millions | a handful of small fires | to go round | You’ve never heard our names | Demographic | Demographic 1, 2, 3, 4 | 5

 



from the series method | dry conditions
(on-going sequence of poems, commenced 2012:
this poem, July 2014)

Oblivion | Today, the red car, parked in summer heat, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, crowds in motion, a great dust for the saint, I saw her, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, deep snow, fallen overnight, how must we bear the world when it is so bright, so beautiful?, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, tremendous advances, I feel closer and closer to the truth, the words seem to fall into my notebook almost without my agency, so right, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, Suzy picked up a bottle of wine, and came over, we listened to music, talked, watched the news, they say there will be war, Suzy left although I wanted her to stay, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, the thrash and shimmer of cicadas, how can this boring, empty town be so lovely?, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, I will not stop, I will not be beaten, I won’t stand down, they will have to reckon with me for a long, long time, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion | Today, work was very hard, very frustrating, I feel like packing it all in, and going travelling for a while, am I too old for that, I wonder?, I grow weary, my eyes close | Oblivion

 



from the series
method (on-going sequence of poems,
commenced 2012) (this poem, June 2014)

Orders of priorities | Assertions of meanings | Descriptions of lakes | Points | of view | Web pages | with properties for sale in Calabria | Points | of contention | Assortment of values | Reassessment of positions | New orders | of priorities | Assertions | of different meanings | Points | of connection | Descriptions of beaches | Points | Circuits and cycles | Seasonal averages | Web pages | with properties for sale in Croatia | Points | of repetition | Points | of departure | Faded | photographs of lakes | Houses | before they burn | Assortments | of meanings | and priorities | and positions | Positions | to relinquish and hold | Points | of no return

 



from the series
method (on-going sequence of poems, commenced 2012)

Dead star | Light from a dead star | Dead thought | Reason from a dead thought | Dead word | Music from a dead word | Music of order

Reaching you

Dead star | Light from a dead star | Dead word | Reason from a dead word | Dead star | Music from a dead star | Music of order

Reaching you

Dead thought | Reason from a dead thought | Going to school | Watching a film | Dead film | Music from a dead star | Music of order

Reaching you

Dead star | The last star | in your thoughts | Dead thought | Going to school | Reason from a dead thought | The last star | Dead star | Light from a dead star | Going to school | Dead light

Reaching you

Dead effect | Reaction to a dead effect | Dead star | The last star | in your word | Light from a dead word | Reason from a dead star | Going to school | Dead thought

Reaching you

Last thought | Light from a dead star | Last word | Light from a dead star | Next thought | Last word | Next word | Last thought | Dead star | Light from a dead star

Reaching you

 


from the series method (open-ended, 2012–present)