As a stranger returned to his homeland; a strangeland.
Ian M
Posts: 123
Equator
This evening my home climate came here to join me, but the thought of her warmth shared by so many caused me to turn my back, slowly start walking the other way.
There is too much of her that belongs to others.
Isolation is my word. Any latitude must be elevated or lowered in the process of translation to suit my requirements.
1=0
9/10 – 11 – Dog tired
realise I’m not saying the word: “x” enough
playing from the mind a heart bypass SRV would have me say but to fall still on deaf, belligerent ears –
took me a trample from one side of the city to the other just to see,
realised I was on autopilot with my “originality”,
tramping one alley street corner taxi man stonewash building
remembering never to forget that what was there had never been before not now and never more the same again.
Looking over my shoulder…
Like I learned from the hole in the wall…
Shadows lengthen the suspicion:
Orpheus from the mouth of Cave, you’re
Banishing the one you love.
INFO 6
WEL
FG
THIS T
GATWI
CALLIN
WOKING
CROWTH
SANDHU
BLACKW
FARNBO
NORTHC
ASH
WANBOR
GUILDF
DORKIN
REIGAT
REDHIL
& GATW
NO SMO
PLEAS
SAFET
WHICH
ADJA
TRAIN
PLEAS
TO T
BELON
LEAVING
LATE E
WEEKEN
CAN B
BY E
WORK.
CAN C
TIME
TRAV
CALLIN
RAIL E
0845
BOOK Y
BY TE
0845
Brink Man Ship
25th – My hands go red after the cold
I left my cliffside sirens with conversation peppered a humour embittered.
How well do I know my own heart?
The pleading solitary voice of my sleepless dream.
I was trembling there on the edge
Torn between a surrender of control;
A Sunder voice of reason in a drone
“This is the control you never had”
So, I left my sirens
(Let’s get back to the issue of the day)
And they left me echoes in my head
Dispersing, registering in random intervals
Unpredictable their return.
They were warnings, I guess,
Of a lifeless death.
Beleaguered in the heart-choice of a burden
Now I teeter: How to choose?
Stranger Music
Stranger music than this have I heard,
Have I known in equality a sound of texture
But no quality – .
In estranged times of chance meeting
And parting slow forgetfulness
Like a longitudinal wave goodbye?
Communicant no longer,
Adherent now to a dogma of silence,
In-offence trading the innocent for oil
To anoint my troubled head.
Kisses blown to paint the wind – a sweeter music,
Farewell – for the waters surge to drown
And stranger voices now resound
This evening my home climate came here to join me, but the thought of her warmth shared by so many caused me to turn my back, slowly start walking the other way.
There is too much of her that belongs to others.
Isolation is my word. Any latitude must be elevated or lowered in the process of translation to suit my requirements.
1=0
9/10 – 11 – Dog tired
realise I’m not saying the word: “x” enough
playing from the mind a heart bypass SRV would have me say but to fall still on deaf, belligerent ears –
took me a trample from one side of the city to the other just to see,
realised I was on autopilot with my “originality”,
tramping one alley street corner taxi man stonewash building
remembering never to forget that what was there had never been before not now and never more the same again.
Looking over my shoulder…
Like I learned from the hole in the wall…
Shadows lengthen the suspicion:
Orpheus from the mouth of Cave, you’re
Banishing the one you love.
INFO 6
WEL
FG
THIS T
GATWI
CALLIN
WOKING
CROWTH
SANDHU
BLACKW
FARNBO
NORTHC
ASH
WANBOR
GUILDF
DORKIN
REIGAT
REDHIL
& GATW
NO SMO
PLEAS
SAFET
WHICH
ADJA
TRAIN
PLEAS
TO T
BELON
LEAVING
LATE E
WEEKEN
CAN B
BY E
WORK.
CAN C
TIME
TRAV
CALLIN
RAIL E
0845
BOOK Y
BY TE
0845
Brink Man Ship
25th – My hands go red after the cold
I left my cliffside sirens with conversation peppered a humour embittered.
How well do I know my own heart?
The pleading solitary voice of my sleepless dream.
I was trembling there on the edge
Torn between a surrender of control;
A Sunder voice of reason in a drone
“This is the control you never had”
So, I left my sirens
(Let’s get back to the issue of the day)
And they left me echoes in my head
Dispersing, registering in random intervals
Unpredictable their return.
They were warnings, I guess,
Of a lifeless death.
Beleaguered in the heart-choice of a burden
Now I teeter: How to choose?
Stranger Music
Stranger music than this have I heard,
Have I known in equality a sound of texture
But no quality – .
In estranged times of chance meeting
And parting slow forgetfulness
Like a longitudinal wave goodbye?
Communicant no longer,
Adherent now to a dogma of silence,
In-offence trading the innocent for oil
To anoint my troubled head.
Kisses blown to paint the wind – a sweeter music,
Farewell – for the waters surge to drown
And stranger voices now resound
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sorry dude, i have never been so lost before in my life
sorry to hear it.
I was on the late train home the other night, when 'Info 6' came to me in its entirety. Because of where I was sitting in the carriage, I could only see the first six character spaces on the information screen. Talk about a maddening loop - it made me think that for someone already in the know, it doesn't matter how messed up the transmission is - the message still gets through.
In this case, the message I was hearing was "I don't care about you. These words are the only things that matter."
I was trying to destroy that message.
Hope that gives you a handle on at least that one.
As for the rest, I'm fairly lost in them too, but hey, did you never enjoy a brisk walk through the early morning fogs?
Happy hunting
yeh that certainly has cleared some stuff up
I really enjoyed this one, Ian M. There's just something about it, I can't put my finger on it, but it's pulled me in. I'll need to read it a few times and I think each time I read it, I'll get something new out of it.
I liked that you explained Info 6. Cool idea to make a poem of it!
or, if we didn't have a love.I've personally thought 7 x 0=7.But....
concerning the "six" poem,I think that people do remember people and words,
at least the minority of us.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
Never been brilliant with numbers. Perhaps if I'd been better at geography I would have come up with some smart-ass compass point comparison to end Equator.
From what I remember, '1=0' and the poem overall was supposed to be an articulation AND a rejection of a life purposely led to be forgotten. 1=0 meant that deliberate loneliness was a shit way to live and ought to be abandoned.
Not sure what you mean about Info 6. That people don't remember wasn't entirely the point. That they're given nothing worth remembering in their day-to-day lives maybe has something more to do with it.
Hope that makes things a bit clearer.
What made you think that seven zeroes were seven?