the unknowable transforming point 431/ 433

433 little poems
fictive autobiographical gazing
through the piano looking glass

Wire up

Modern pianist
modern times
modern modernity
modern eternity modern ficfucs
and please erase the professor with the erase tool
correct colour pixelated out of the image photoshop polemics
and with the street looking darker than dark
now the greater cypress’s after shadow looms
undulating to the wind rhythm
the picture window would be returning
to its previous gloom and disarray
a spent dream
an oracular interdependence with quiet dishwasher hum
human aspiration and now greyer the sky prepares for dimmer
swifter swizzling quickly up and fro
more on the glint of an eye from the moths and the mould
and the cavernous basement establishment
in 53 pianos disassembled next to the shop
now I know who you mean # lindy
that’s been there for years
eh # wafer
you know the man with all the 53 pianos next to the shop # lindy
ah ok # wafer
I wouldn’t mind having a wee rummage around though # lindy
although the last thing I need is a piano
it would be nice though to find one to wire up
for some electro samples and stuff
you know customise it as it were
oh aye # wafer
aye # lindy
well xdefinite inhibition indefinite art loan co
and by now wafer was away with the fairies wherever that was
and even if he knew would that make any difference at all
to his forensic indifference
could buy one and old collard or something
well built at least a good piece of forestry commission
not sure if I have enough space though
just a passing loud think # lindy

Subliminal on off flicker

Shadow of the street light on next door across
two ovals on middle bay window darker glows
new pen and all tomorrows thinking
the red curtains drawn in over long windows
traffic humming high road
traffic distant and swifts skirls
and next another piano room
or does there even have to be anything like that
or one by one the piano rooms fade
diminish retrace track lace inter vanish
reappear reconstruct
reactivate microwave shadow
quiet and strip light surged subliminal on off on off flicker
off with the two pianos the bergere and two flat pack tables
the two lady lamps with 100 watt bulbs
side long glancing laptop keyboard
and how should anyone know
except that the tall triple glazed window crenellation
seemed now to look down on a long straight street
busied and populated by urban activity
cold steely rain drop preludes rivering determinately
crisscrossing its glossy surface
a sitting softly to watch the laptop screensaver
swirl slow spiral auras
well # lindy
what next
modern pianists I think it best to start with the 2
as the 1 got lost when the last laptop died
still morning ficfuc
at least a point of reference
start at the top
go with flow sway time shift serenity

Think positive

Departure les adieux seems more focused
attention to the progression and architrave
the tectonic and shifting
the advanced and regressed
the circuitous and binary parallelogramatic co-incidence
of key structure timing balance figuratively swelling
the sound waves and absolute zeros
winding up and slowly and at one time one speed
the inventioning rhythmically perambulating
yeah this and that
and les adieux
and the street looking on
and the mirror image the retrograde
and hill becoming the long narrative
and stretching it’s confines
listening to where it’s going
following the fix switch of the change of no key
no measures
no breaks in the acoustic repeat
repeat beat beat long dawn
better go now # lindy
this is the point
time passed
followed the glide
worked it’s way lane wards
this mirrored piano central
and modern pianists to go
the street now quiet and empty
hold hold on
till tomorrows thinking will follow you there
in the same thing
quietly locking the door
and softly slinking off into the new day
sometimes reality unfrets the grey pasted paper skyless in gaza
for example
when octagonal feeling cirrhosis clamp
guts the font after all
in the gizzard of behaving nicely
when all was about to be said and done about the cello
about it and oh what would anyone notice
about the roots knotting underground
grown after all these years after realities could have been faced
but most likely the big hand of the clock
just kept moving round in fits and starts
it can’t be the wolf again
but she’s thinking about up in the high throat
pushing at the tear taps and volition
quick back into the mirror room
and bring the wolf with you
she can howl in her dream and keep you safe
if you speak to her in pentameter oblique and strategic
it does not all end in tears
even when the worst is over
adjustable new piano stool was delivered
and placed by the newer of the two pianos
both now had good seating sink posturally
and off with imaginary audience to the syntactic restorations
hold back catalogue of slow moonlit sonatas
suddenly speed arhythmic sound tags
sweet clusters chords
and the lady downstairs couldn’t hear a thing
that’s more like it # lindy
face the music and arrest this image
frozen on an eye
somewhere in the standing in this space
don’t like to say this but
people are so boring because they speak
and don’t listen to the sound they make
how come it’s all so impossibly inside out
tone colour etc
how come we keep trying to make it that way
how come
what’s the matter with you now # wafer
you sound as if you walked through a hedge backwards
or more like the hedge walked through me backwards # lindy
it’s been a bit of a shambles
not the mirror piano room
but the professor from the picture window
he’s got it in his head hat the subsidence in his basement
is due to the weight of the two grand pianos and bergere
despite the fact that we had not been there long
he said that # wafer
aye # lindy
think positive # wafer
just freeze him out
he’ll soon come to one of his sense or another
he’s just embittering confusions and after storm abandonments
just in the nick of time
just as the door slammed
and the turbines waved post modern thought
air from another planet landed microscopically focussing on nothing in particular
in and around the triple glazed window
looking down the long lanes dark alley of walking home it’s way here and not necessarily anywhere
meanwhile the wolf snored quietly underneath and by the door
no one can get in here anyway
what’s he going to do
write some missive
he’ll probably forget for a start # wafer
I think you’re right # lindy
he can’t even remember to eat his cake
perched north of his reach when he works
it’s all a bit of a sci-fi messmare in there
dangling croftamie and rock and roll suicide
he misremembers and misvisions miscellaneously and continually
due to the starry nights and microwave binaries
from the repeater at a venue outside his back door
despite the mini micro climate tree growth under his milky wood
then there’s another thing
well anyway need to keep the ficfuc out of that barrel of keys
yeah # wafer in the mean wander
the big dog was barking for biscuits by the time he’d gone up hill downhill
to the river bridge and so forth past the picture window which was now in darkness
and for all intents the last of this purposeful long sighs was still to be exhaled
in time to the giuccardi resonance
which was in it’s process
something lindy has always wanted to do moonlit or not
how about the woman
how about the song she received from the giver sender
big light reflection next door opposite
light white the grey troubled sky
like inner feeling uncongealed unaligned misread and fragile
but we’re in the mirror room now # lindy
and that’s the main thing


2014/ 2015


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