Articles from Steve Bucknell

Foam

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Mon, 18 Mar 2024 20:41:07 +0000

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Foam

Foam skirts agreed decorative collagen fringes in quilted

hollow drains linger lingering crusts lips dry access to scrap

by backwash teeter brushed pallor cross currents rich will

Deliver acts of spume the indulgence of congealing purpose

diffuse distance coffee in the middle of the deterioration hole

after involuntary stages had bypassed via the window gaps

Now packed behind books covered with finger monuments

so called languished wax or sealant mousse bodies was it

usurped harmonics spawned elusive sections eyes cut out

Coordinates excessive verticals loose pale syndrome lactose

intolerance precipitation curdling effects shorter girders as if

crawling might help beauty pressure align with lament drinks

Return froth pressures cooled lubricants partially developed

dishwater allows better experience distinct relationship turns

liquid and gas exchanges blithely virtual needs nothing else

But salts reagents cellulose air gesture phase smearing said

outside expected norms traipsed curled inside some indigent

angel delivered as always in situ other failed emotions may

Vary the circles around the coffee cup echoing small flecked

sprinkles or piling the scrim heavily as much ink tipped new

faith concedes liturgical frillies pulled up to the unintelligible

Chin

Side

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Sat, 02 Mar 2024 08:53:49 +0000

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Side

Side mass one side rolled at pieces sentient lotions should be

moved on by a careful touch marking the seeming distinction

inside the offer which had been tentative in the first transition

Used beneath heavy and quiet conditions could temporarily

insist on there being suspended evened is where any other will

repair in some way the damaged materials left by the eroded

Otherwise motion blending which makes any movement easier

than before that change became the unwillingness to enhance

its architectonics with long drawn through the funnel beneath

The sound bridge creating as it moves towards and away from

a fixed point when that point is meant to shadow being almost

nailed the flow enhanced with scrapes pores parthenogenesis

Normally inhabited now has sufficient inclination encouraging

new forms in the glow transmission across the median plateau

sensation called phantom landscape effect which is a chronic

Condition but often welcome among those faltering occasions

where intromissiom is inclined with or without presence being

needed except a form of origami or komorebi intermingling to

Leverage borrowed notions investing nothing theoretical weight

only produce real world effects such as a broken morning might

indicate any eye mind could sort the debits we had all left to one

Side

Tend

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Wed, 21 Feb 2024 10:17:05 +0000

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Tend

Tend energy vitiate until softened merge only then alter the

account praised foot feet shuffle the motes riffle the hedge

row backwards traffic melting lately shown showing signals

Apparently requires shoes reflective substance torn from an

album for sake shuttle that velleity back under curled rim

emended emanates from x via y in zigzag pattern the mute

Swan probably just erased too much light you could or they

might not want a meniscus shim or skin to start something

you could not finish as tedium fur grows under the converted

Carpet you and Cold Albert fitted yesterday after the soufflé

was risen lighter patterns filled rooms beneath the housing

situation where to pivot is grace revealed to alter a balanced

Shaped arc to a new plane by small vertebral reiterations of

hidden parts enhance each available door opening opening

caught in peripheral vistas across the hemifield proliferating

Sparkling blur featuring a complex leading edge fanning out

variations of folds that resembled those iridescent striates

of being and beings we thought we could be or in some way

Tend

Consign

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Tue, 20 Feb 2024 08:57:47 +0000

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Consign

Consign and other food a quality of scene relaxation inverse to the

cusp defence we fail to happen statistics show lilac curators have

more indolence than purpose is missing so far good made dignity

Key though that would be pushing flecks soothing the iridescence

found coating your thinning places the slight lift shows indulgence

shows give if giving were a way until all the clothes were collected

Not that entirely for my sake or your kind of seasonal perception

but for the sake of new rain and how that would sound on a glass

palace of earthly delights condiments allowing less closure than

Expected more access softer yolk better placements a seance of

sorts favourable decline later beginnings the unintended daylight

shows prolix reflections peer reviewed mirrors a whole repertoire

Of golden sayings silver traces light fittings brackets to support

the souls the living every corner makes abstracts attempting to

get close sharperperspective finessed unless until we agreed to

Consign

Pour

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Mon, 19 Feb 2024 09:06:25 +0000

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Pour weight reply between roads syncing to the surface doubted

space and speed or by instinct lean forwards some tension seen

altering the effects the Foley spliced here there could feel all day

Intense drift curb and open flare and retreat if necessary submit

other than that other than before meeting the source the source

may be absent from the pleats rays touches their unstable type

Talk releasing the leveraged alludes slide from the direction you

proposed on waking under the bed opening side out lift the card

face had an accuracy belied in the sense squandered together

Shoulders made to open waited as the welling motion subsided

patterns filigree marks scintilla abrasions made touches appear

on the unattached force would enough for the temporary face

To disperse the churning wash rinse smooth before the foramen

opens unexpectedly close enough shaping upwards to receive

light infused substance momentum carried complete begins to

Pour

Recreation

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Thu, 15 Feb 2024 19:47:54 +0000

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Recreation

Recreation built half steps trips major minor transactions sentient

bandages warped around smiles of retribution heads fastened

and racked with teeth kid I you told you beseeched some almost

Mutant gifts shale dismal answer slipping eyes as the built mercy

crumples what passes concrete facings paradise prevailed lately

pored over the aesthetics tumescent humiliation turned towards

Black eyed speech dead consonants you have to say coagulated

blondes or whitehaired half baked excerpts from recent hair wars

you had no parting in you had savaged corpses walking chic

On the runways of Paris New York Milan Rome brings purgatory

pleasure of cut and bone limbs glimpsed arches sensual among

happy girders music uplifted angels opened their nascent

Wings aslant solitudes flesh piled indifferently sends days molten

rose through black seared cooled crusted collapse arrangements

kept heaped latent briefly dying has nothing to fear yet from

Successive occasions brought balance back in to the foiled hands

at the crested fluted ice sculpture met the stale future the future

tastes chewed cud the curled tongue flaccid understanding

Inherent pain begins its long drawn again withered instructions on

how to cut smooth paste amend the various corners of a quiet life

engenders between fogged windows where you solace seek light

To flake soft with extracting some measures some phases said as

dusk aware and unaware and partially available to the nodding

heart some last push impertinent pleasures towards this infernal

Scenery of recreation

To Night

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Thu, 15 Feb 2024 19:39:45 +0000

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To Night

Pylon

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Tue, 13 Feb 2024 09:23:18 +0000

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Pylon

the breeze carries traffic sounds across a tractor- scarred farmland... pylons above the bypass reiterate the vantage point of a buzzard...houses with grey blue slates ... nearly rhythmical murmur of the pines and far-heard traffic ... that’s how it always starts ... the engine of the reservoir, the soft light starts the red brick mantles of estates... the woman has her left arm raised to shoulder level and bent at the elbow ... that gesture... this, together with the smile that implies a kind of sorrow... someone has written austerity on her body ... the stranger carefully underlines the... noises from the steelworks across her shoulder... the bus crawls on all fours wheezing in the sun...... heads sink under blocked grates...a cul de sac ...a coffin emerges from a front door and is carried...to the end of the street...a blackbird is singing through the brick wall...

The Usual Poem

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Thu, 04 Jan 2024 08:25:48 +0000

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This is

another of those

teetering

one-on-top of-the-other

Jenga poems

about the spidery cracks

about the

flaws in our armour

holes in our hands

dry rot

black spores

x-ray machines

white shadows

sorrows etc

cracks in the ceiling

fissures in the floor

snowfall in the prefecture

of Ishikawa

and here are we

light-headed

walking with a camera

through the picturesque Lakes

as they rise

and the sun shines

on our shiny pates

our rheumy eyes

glitter

the usual poem

runs its course

of course

small white legs protrude

beneath a fallen wall

as a sleek machine

climbs the empyrean

I’m sipping coffee at my desk

savouring a Jaffa

referencing

the Musee des Beaux Arts

The Sleep of Reason

etc

the usual poem

of contemplative empathy

ending in dismay

and yet pleased

at words arranged together

as Holub notes

‘although’ ‘at least’ ‘when all else

fails’ etc

nevertheless the poem is

and I sleep the sleep

watch the News

and feel the tremor

Day

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Sat, 12 Mar 2022 15:57:30 +0000

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Day

Day of obscure origin scrutiny falls the adjacent horizon the

deserted curve also at the root meaning to burn transfuse

shine as currents braid hair that rhythm walking supposed

New sequences each layer laid one over under makes blur

and difficult to see angels so the only reliable sustainable

mode is to proceed by counting sheep in the dinted sky

It wears away the eyes of the beholder because of echoing

multitudes of different spaces that time will falter unable to

exact its essential causes by lackadaisical structure begins

To spread points furthest from where begun because what

is known can be confirmed as the hysterical temptation

to ingest flames in an attempt to distinguish one soul from

Another while holding steady against today’s background

granular surface points glitter struck centre would enclose

ageing pipework in sacred dusk to touch some affirmation

Yet still free to tactically withdraw into an aleatory tactile

beyond the range of metaphor if it helps adumbrate pass

out of range interference with the steady state previously

Relied on by all concerned will emerge as a photograph

of a patch or stain on an distorted grey area of skin might

comfort those who are unwilling to stand in dead air that

Has forgotten they are present by adopting the available

light to a form a belonging not afraid of acknowledging that

rue is a constant nevertheless an option less harmful than

Ludicrous night

Sleep

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Thu, 10 Mar 2022 19:40:33 +0000

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Sleep

Sleep has mountains queer ladders descending catacombs

of melancholic mumbling offering extracurricular activities

sweet matriculations swings sharp suits ballrooms dresses

Gowns in decrepit deco end of the pier pavilions abandoned

skate parks ski slopes strewn with tiny silver aqualungs for

deep blue vapour moonlight tie your hair and put your pale

Shoes on drift together in disturbed ash tree buds susceptible

to mirrors sudden unexpected starless depth tremor ions dart

across the cells switching all the lights off locking all the doors

Displaced entirely anaesthetised dropped in countersunk holes

cushions brick pleasures of concrete screeding pulled up round

milk white shoulders it’s there in 2022 the horizon and ordinary

Black snows pile on bedroom carpets make drifts to walls

and windows each flake of carbon tastes of night dissolving

on your tongue wafers umami powder weeds swans clothes

Grave masks enclose us all

Angelus

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Sun, 06 Mar 2022 15:53:52 +0000

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Angel threadbare cloth straw wings fringed puzzled grey imp

indistinct as water stained gesture perhaps raised elbows feet

or heave to turn chiffon spread grave dweller grist of creasing

Dust lit stone yards of soft acid flowers rain tattered shimmer

may you in what in what mud lips mouth shape as if to speak

or fill with sleep the run black gutters street through the falls

Debris twisted pipes pulled extruded wings wired deep houses

fall through early morning pollen shifting on the nest downy

white froth of dressed brides bridal beds bloody white rooms

Visited you whisper hiss sibilant thin backwards noise beyond

sound useless then abjuring sense or we cannot being carried

lead soft as if lounging in the thick air you levitate as all good

Angels must you recede appear include excess buffed silver

disintegrate for elegant effect sprightly frilled swept upwards

from some shimmer dais outnumber outflank pavane shiver

Rilke Klee Bunuel exterminators contain precipice torrent faces

turning buzzard hair leaves pianos harmoniums church organs

cold Messiahs collapsed spaces walls elegant slow adagio

Consumatum est what’s one more mirror one more drone one more

angel one more poet more or less

Delve

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Thu, 03 Mar 2022 15:40:56 +0000

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Delve

Delve granite phone call suppose interim corners until unopened

cluster paint as passage inert silk covers one breast look baroque

perforations begin to snow lights were left on to encourage others

To adopt pears and wait until they ripen fail and crease pieces

held only by the surrounding and expanding acreage of hedge

skirts we bit into by mistake but suffered no evil consequences

One from the other gouged in some sandpaper pricked enough to

round off the corner standstill taut composure made coffee from

brown postures flavours of fedora musk leather wood gamboge

And recumbent violas gave large rooms to manoeuvre our tanned

curves into our limp chinned mazed poor appreciation of longevity

time after standing in buckets of chrysanthemums feeling virtual

Calm modes of appeasement vast perfumed and orange sounding

blizzards rolled baroque architecture too close for comfort it could

only be comforted if midsts furled convincements into our battered

Suitcases which sat with us sad peerings reluctant pedals heavy

dough hiding several faces prepared early that morning who could

have thought it would be this ancient cloud we forced back hastily

Yesterday when winding a key to open a tin of slurs that absurdity

lay heavily on us now with blatant sides unavoidably beginning to

curdle where unable to distinguish disturbance from contentment

Where all is partial all is apt

Crawl

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Tue, 01 Mar 2022 23:45:32 +0000

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Crawl from shell lids half shut neck born again glass sweating

speechlessness of a kind face contorted by rictus as if already

embalmed in the corridors of the asylum these spirits smoke

Mutter tremor habits circumscribed pillowed bricks sweat out

largactil stelazine orphenadrine white blue yellow sucked into

places much the same indifference forgetting crawled upright

Glazed to the opening where it fell into a corner of your fingers

the nicotine browned hole of warmth calm and pure blazing

purpose roots of laurel fossilised trees ritual laying out trolley

Underground tendresse cellar white substance functional and

fabulous classic neutral colours make the space feel enormous

beneath our cloud adjusted eyelids gestures shrug difference

Penance across sandfilled carpets beige noir paint scaling off

pink walls lino would have brought together lovely shiny with

less friction on knees and elbows hours blurred soft gardens

Sucked distraction keen gardeners should be buried beneath

their snowdrops not ashes but exactly as they are not too deep

just handy for digging up again lying next to smelling the roses

Set out palsy continue to fossilise bleach towels stick notes back

onto your soft parts care morsels auction horizons kidney stones

pegged under strain or delivered from Amazon all you have to do

Is grow hair today was always enough even if it patches black and

grey bruised cushion covers trail back grey feathers flarf dust

remain stupefied among the petty destructions we look forward

Bring mushroom delicacies fungi toxic hallucinogens to the table

eat the table all splinters blood savour meat notes attar of creeks

serpentine liquorice cleanse your palette with sun dappled water

Lift the supplicants from the mirrored cloth

Frail

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Tue, 01 Mar 2022 23:43:47 +0000

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Frail dust grains first loose then held shivering around any

small advance laps into that shore some melt some flame

tricked into the hollowed bow touched the next light caught

And then left answers too numerous and full to grasp drop

way back did not fail not brush the sleeved ochre forehead

or mouth platform encouraged parts of silence to fit in vast

Slow choreography becoming restrained series of signature

elisions to use when shaking to regulate an inconsistent arc

designed before breathing starts but who moves andante

Causing sequence would pull the top notes to roll over small

creatures within range tempt flirt flare shudder connections

faltering weight on vestiges of wingform touch brail feathers

As grey as Venn circles show each slender curved sequence

beginning to elongate thin wrists grow eyes falter pulse form

measured to travel over turning ways curls in under answer

To need though for who or for what mention and preference

are not outwardly spoken thus the silence encloses sending

eggs stones sea glass seeds pins stems to add to the story

Pushed all frail moments one

Enough

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Sat, 26 Feb 2022 08:26:21 +0000

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Enough

Enough would offer a side of well lit lemon rind said sharply as if

the underlying grid dissolved for more than an inch or two it was

there we lay to fold when not was the better perhaps hindseeing

Was irritating the others who trailed the meat across their lips for

hours did not matter wore on until malpractice came to define

our present shamed hair emotions so many were saying don’t go

Back but we had not had the distance we required from our sent

force such as the feet we saw was it the museum we required to

sate or should walk on feet carved out of flesh and grey chine

As we lay rotting in our beds questions never haunted us at all

smells of petrol smells of egg or delicately perfumed horse flesh

were grist to the indifferent lace made year by year to drape over

The small buildings we were enticed to own where each of us kept

a dog a masterpiece a shell hole and an unbroken bottle of milk

handed down as wanted allowed from the shelves installed behind

Scenery where the bare bones played where the Inca built their

stepping stone machines installed and recognised faces moved cut

down ate and excreted excelled and smeared shaded our eyes

With enough pixel dripping to keep off the flexing sun

Corals

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Tue, 30 Mar 2021 15:09:29 +0000

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title

Corals

Or letters of deflection the glass jar wall thinning out near the

skirting board apology offered but how sincerely I don’t even

for a moment think are but the way trees begin to grow limits

Out and in towards a point of recent and future departure

difficulties it’s hard to finesse there is a state perhaps theory

can be worked in to a different conclusion than the passage

Continuing to flow through the corals of morning hunger

all the webs and the spiders weave and glow where life leads

to its prey etc etc lament adjust pick up the random litter

Make a deposit you will be afraid ever to draw on but why

the trepidation is needed remains in the silvery way the light

comes through the internal reeds could be addressed now

Could only be in respect of you or you and you having fun

at my expansive table if so then we could put the dead flesh

at the centre use long forks gold spoons pliers and knives

To test now if our openings could be found under all that fat the

years breathing in the fog of voices and shoals of transparent

jellyfish washed into the long hair we all grew while we waited

For the

Prediction

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Mon, 29 Mar 2021 07:28:09 +0000

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Prediction

Treacle event audible anchor reversed split manoeuvred night

sink and grip back to back close as peeled orange is living for

the zest it was advertised to be unconscious but a better way

Than when we looked for the start of a new tin of syrup is

always a needed leverage substance until the point of the lid

was placed as the essential mucus of the snail we had been

Yesterday in the garden the stones there were ringing into the

numbers the foot inching the glasses slipped onto the floor the

estimated time we were backed up into was something uttered

In Welsh or pulled under or purged or converted to a barrier we

could turn into a coat rack where our coverings would scenically

hang jackets trousers sloughed off skins that used to walk about

Looking glum in the daisies by the thrown out carpet in the gulch

known as feeble memory scurvy or the after effects influenced

that way the eaves dripped blood though that wasn’t what we

We could do the solar powered exit ramps glowed like summer

worms in the head on the ground pushed to one side the waves

left mountains to crawl over days there were enough for us all

Tell that from the spoon tell that from the oil and spell slipped

however surfaces it could until soft ledge went from under your

hips arranged for pressure and the torte coils relaxed perhaps

Method called Perturbation best signals which happened back

at the beginning let there be syrup let there be the next parted

lips cracked and needing balm as confirmation it seems it was

As predicted

Internal

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Sun, 21 Mar 2021 23:39:23 +0000

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Internal

Distance where the old operatives scarred tight pull

sealed the different the same steps of lost parts lead

on and over the steady traffic the steady state worn

Sense of the what’s left among the furrows the seed said

the seed grew wet mashed sour grey together was never

thrown seasons shrivelled in the filled ditches of the dead

The year drawn pressed in squashed face down full

masked crushed until it’s deleted on the blank air

a steep slope dropped off this indifferent coast

Nothing the feeling weak disjointed will be emptied

wave the sky bleeds time dredged and hands crawled

claw the sculpture unable to grip clay unable to guess

The face it was where it used to press through the tar

oiled failed to gain any more has churned out of habit

oxygen and breath itself self strained chest the same

white bone chewed statues broken limbs left across

poured fields twitched staggered sinking into days

scored shit puddle chase nose to tail gurning dogs

Dragging their spirits behind them

Air

nobody@ipernity.com (Steve Bucknell) — Wed, 17 Mar 2021 11:57:38 +0000

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Air

Air vanish vanishing aspect and spec a step down and not

stopping by any cold wrist turned cool to the first in the ship

fused the mast with this opened air breath lifted out and set

Silence to silence led crested in some way as the ice was so

clear you had to touch it to know where it was beginning

to change by that unthinking iteration of empty breath

Days formed out of movement each switch and transfer

inside each surface multiple until saved to move away over

what was before only that was left to fill and persuade us

Of being long gone taking our breathing with us for the next

part at the open window embrace to be embraced as cold

water surfaces the stones where you cannot see but hear

The air vibrate thrum this oxygenated depth at this height

pressing onto the mouth the lips passed without altering

through the nose each cool side and then imperceptibly

So that we balanced a precarious way above the abyss

we opened up through to where where we could adjust

our shallow angle of approach that left us a clear space

to fill and to forget