Thursday 2 February 2012

Wordwalk around Sipson.


jump the gate
face the road
sound of M4 rushing
& birds, in the trees, singing as I leave them.

Left
police warning : thieves are targeting cradles

40
taxi
crow singing out of tune

hedge to my left pushes me to the road-side of the pavement

cloudy day
sparrow crosses the road
gaining height gaining views
holiday inn, mast, sand heaps
& the picturesque farm
flock of pigeons
2 planes as if stationary

reach the bridge : metal and rubber barrier

monkey graffiti
roar of traffic
yellow - 550 yards
blue - heathrow
green - holiday inn
sunbeams break through
gull pivots & pauses on the wind

black spot of a kestrel hovering
annoying rush-rush-rush of cars
the grey reverse of a motorway sign
distracted - excited by a flock of brown birds
& 4 ducks fly past
'b-dump' of the metal rubber line
faded fence graffiti - brown on brown

off the bridge
power-walker passes me
cheep-cheep,
great tit in the hedge
call + response to one over the road
2 crows in the stubble field
yellow cyclist
vans pass my right shoulder

gusty windy
M4 sound behind me now
the flock I saw is
dancing over my head
back + forth
a delight
racing pigeons behind are a different motion

low fat plane disappears
behind low fat buildings
leylandii hedging
cold wind on my neck
stop give way
private property keep out
london concrete
giant red barn
plane angled up at
a 23 degree trajectory
2 round concrete blocks

stop! I've found my brown flock resting in the thornbushes.
bigger than sparrows?
black + white fleck on the wing.
buff, paler chest, grey head.

brambles
carpark
lads training
me eating sweets
a big silver birch
cockney laughter around their van
little harlington playing fields
cafe on the green
sun comes out, strong

sant nirankari mandal :
its line of conifers jars
the sound of cars slowing to enter is gentle - a purr.
white arch to nowhere
figures hugging cups of tea
demonstrating a football kick

40
men arriving to play
cones on the field
double yellow lines
nettles + red berries
leafy green weeds

a songbird properly going for it on a psytrance tip in the field
spinning airport radar behind
remains of a 'no 3rd runway' sign, broken in half on its lamp-post
another, the same

a window on the playing field - men in blue bouncing
line of poplars, sports bags
black-headed gull
straight road
cracked tarmac pavement

planes appear ahead of me
slowly float SW
& over my right shoulder, past the singers
- yes! a skylark !
they slowly rise up + away
the 1st loud take-off reaches my ears.
where a dozen gulls walk
about the pitch, & the
small tractor is carting posts & nets about.


a man walks past blowing his nose & I cross the road to a footpath
public footpath
H68
gate swing
on my left, green smooth pitch
behind me, the rustle of the trees that line the other side the road I've walked.
ahead of me, engine noise, clouds, a gravel path & low hawthorn hedge

to my right, the stubble field of singers, in sun
yellow stalks above green

my brown flock of dancers
pass from pitch to field, singing all the while
short tails
a conversation ahead - man on a bench?
plastic bags & cans in the crop
I kneel to write

the bench person is properly head banging
?
a sign points left,
where 2 more are walking
field close
boltons lane
she sighs as I walk past
crazy right angle
left, then right
angle right
now following the man, his dog & 2 sons
turning back
she is headbanging again.


a few oaks
planted for the path

smoking kills
dr pepper

skeleton grimace
as the wind is in my face
sound of plastic flapping on a shed
... & a plane take-off ...
black shadow lines
dock skeletons
man with headphones
this footpath has brought so much litter into the field
grooved concrete, left turn
remains of rope swings on the tree
a park, juicy green

a choice at 2 wood benches
big + dry to sit upon
overflowing bins left,
I choose south, an arc.
yellow + blue lichen spots
on the odd pebbled path material


smoking kills
man in turban coughs politely
grey beard + trainers

my camera now works intermittently

I feel exposed - back windows watch the park
stands of small bare trees
M4 now equal volume to airport
except for sudden noisebursts
path is convex (domed)
with a bright green mossy crack along it - I like it!

birds here too, song + sunshine
then a powerburst of liftoff
dip my cap to protect my eyes
turn + see blue rich sky
thru a scrubby thicket with old tendrils

'what the fuck are YOU?'
- 2 squeaking kestrel-shaped birds
flew past right to left,
but with long tails!?
black against the sky

nice bark - pale + furrowed

tufty grass now - not manicured,
with bramble patches
& the path winds right
I'm still looked over by semis.
an info board with old maps
on it is spraypainted over- obscured


manicure again - now a round green with red dogwood bushes oddly set in a stone-circle-like arrangement of good wood benches
& the songbird singing a delight
above the hum of aircraft.

I recall how birds sing louder
if the background noise is high.
peaceful here, but for the engines.
back to graffiti'd creosoted fences
& bright xanthoria on the brickwork

memory card full
warning CCTV in operation
sound of a voice inside a suburban house is strangely intimate
loudest take-off yet
private no parking
I'd hate to live in this close
expensive cars
man sitting with the engine on - a rattly hum
up Boltons lane, a black & white cat moves like a milk-cow
maximum penalty £1000
sold
let by
weird stairs that go up between 2 front doors.
permit holders only
no loading at any time
pigeonshit pile on the smash-doored metal box
variegated ivy dangling
CATV
coughing man wearing a lanyard

a smell of gas, unpleasant
harvest morn & golden puffs in the window

I stop to write on walls
man in a grey T shirt on his mobile, smoking
sound of the water under the ductile stanton & staveley
odd roundabout

mondial way
bramble patch on the corner full of litter
that curious grey of municipal poles

doghurst avenue
vs
heathrow point
now open - starbucks
bramble tendril on the path
geography like a complex of forts, now.

axis house, staff carparks
aviation business continuity
zone ends
cars slowly curve around me
red post box curiously out of place - a tradititional model
GR post office
starbucks coffee now open
renaissance hotel

young woman in boots with a plastic bag
I fancy her without even watching her.
warning protected premises
chugga engine noise as trucks & buses wait at the lights
423
quality airport parking
2 cyclists sail west
look right
[look left]
look right
[look left]
pedestrians
wait
cross with care
wind rockets down bath road
& an incoming plane looks like it will use this as its landing strip
taxi at any time
more cyclists - must be a route.
thick privet hedge trimmed to thigh height
6 flags - Japan, South Korea
but I just still caught the burst of a songbird
gone now, under traffic

except buses
I take the left turn to terminals 1,2,3,4

danger 230 volts
no entry
maximum height 12' 6"
man adjusts his collar
bus advertises a diet
& switchover is coming


I get a bit disorientated by the take-offs
woman talks on her phone in a deep rolling accent
don't take it out on our staff
chewing gum circles on the small flagstones
S102
S102A
local only
give way
a gaggle of Indian men wait for their bus.

waiting out of the wind, the stench of gas or sewage
aha! texaco
by the park inn, the giant billboard holder & a pine tree & a round pansied flowerbed create a weird, heavy ambience

formerly the ramada hotel
lots of signs repeat
woodpigeon flaps off
daffodils on their way
rapide 40 slideout
nene road roundabout - 3 times now i've turned round to read it
signs for carparking confuse me
which direction now?
at any time
fences bar off the runways
& pay carparks too
the courtesy shuttle is bright yellow
danger of death

E E D E

police station looks abandoned
with its mirrored windows
funny blue paint colour
range rover
when lights flash do not enter tunnel
ER2

I wonder how much emirates paid to stick their plane sculpture on this roundabout
coaches & a constant stream of black taxis
spinning of the tower
deep hum of pre-take-off
really high lamppost
short stay
spaces
spaces
closed
spaces

use dipped head lights

I'm tense now - paranoia making me imagine police suspecting me - after all I am acting like someone casing out the place
a car beeped and I jumped.

uncanny entrance to the tunnel
weird shaped prong
no pedestrian access
please return to bus stop
& catch bus service for the central terminal area
a relief - I shall skip the viewing platform now.

main tunnel
emergency smoke
control panel
exhaust-blackened concrete
red painted pipes

SOS phone
JCDecaux advert
a bus called Samantha Lyndsey
tunnel road east
I reverse - no pavement
police station concealed access
sirens

warning hazchem
unexpected plaque about the triangulation of the British Isles, in grey outside the police station

colourful pansies in rectangular blocks
except business at Police Station
back to Nene Road roundabout
tummy rumbles
walk following my shadow now

5 T ZONE

& follow the sign for Sipson
I take a photo of the sign

& that smell of gas again
At the corner of the police station,
a plane tree is large with its pompoms & its patchy bark.
I'm feeling really suspect now,
like I'm being watched from the groundlevel windows of the police station.
Like I should get out of here now.
Imagining explaining my sketchpad under examination - cops unable to distinguish
the 3 magpies (pub)
Sipson A408
a flash of light
my dirty fingernails
traffic waiting, poised
a beep
a move-off,
like riders into open prairie
but with diesel engines
particulates and hiss

another siren - a first response landrover.
national express
I'm sick of facing park inn.

2nd red man to wait for.
Even he looks pissed off!
A hat left on a post, I pick it up.
The first response is back - it must have gone the wrong way, heads west

A man sat on a fence - looks suspicious!
young woman in a ridiculously flower-printed car.

welcome to ncp heathrow airport parking
no parking
ivy

co-op signs at the garage,
pizza & pasta adverts
tempting familiarity for the motorist
red route clearway end
I'm back on the 222 route.
man holding his hat overtakes me.
red double lines become yellow

litter along the fence & hedge & ivy
just that few metres of distance, & having my back to it, has made me much more relaxed.
My ears now face away, so the noise already feels reduced
& I've been in this shop before - time for a samosa!
street cross
2 crows flying
sovereign food + wines.



the other end of doghurst lane
meerkats used for a car security poster
back on the road I know
curving round

grey car filth margin to the grass edge to the road.
fence treated wth anti climb paint
no wind
a small gathering of st.mark's flies under a leylandii - in January?!

parade of white lamp posts ahead of me.
& a glimpse of that great big barn
dead hanging baskets dangling
from a 'premises covered by cctv'
ugly white hotels's staircase shape
222 overtakes
patchwork of cloud then blue
overall darkening a little
lovely taste of grease & spice in my mouth

a cycle painted on the road in a green frame - but why? what message is it for?
outside lights ready too in the carpark
park inn parking tariff 1hr £2.00
86
permit holders
aircraft noise comes in stage left
sight of the holiday inn
sipson quarry
private property keep out
bridge over the motorway
cars parked in all available space

& below
I see paramedics, police,
I cross quickly because it's grim
luggage out,
ambulance, stretcher, woman
police discuss

a police dogs van turns in,
& I notice lots of police vehicles are parked here.

the sign for Sipson please drive slow,
& proper village people, carrying bags,
jogging, walking to the bus stop,
peace increases
profusion of orange berries
overhang the wall
garden sheds & loved gardens,
great variety of birds
easy pavement to walk on as I go on.
mon-sat 8am - 6.30pm
roses

plastic water bottle
smart old lady, blinks & looks away from me
bright white bark of a birch
big gust of wind, leaves flutter & rustle

cul de sacs
rusty manhole cover
red dogpoop bin
chitterfield gate
no loading at any time
I turn round at the library only sign (painted white on the floor)
& see a plane taking off above the road
chimes in someone's garden
2 black cabs parked in a drive
chimneys & air vents, campervan & bodged fence fixes

zone ends
I recognise some vehicles as airport-related.
1 weedy lawn.
Some more knackered fences
cherry trees
rust & cracked paint
smell of hot clean hair from someone's bathroom
a baby's cry from another

man + son waiting at next bus stop
- people use the bus a lot here.

slow cyclist passes - he has a B.A.A. luminescent on
222 pulls up alongside me,
man + son get on.
matching joggers

I step aside for a ginger boy on a scooter to pass
a bright painted gate blue + yellow
post office shut red shutters (it's sunday!)

parish noticeboards & a BT call box.
overtaken by couple with a pram & 2 boys.
another pram comes past the other way - wave of smart young mother's perfume.
curious bent alder tree chopped up a bit but still let to live by the pavement - glad twisting.
giant tree rustling above me at junction with hollycroft close - what is it?

It still holds its grey leaves.

Next, a mighty oak has lost its.
These are the best trees of the village.
Its elders.
Now the church,
with the curryhouse + 'hair by jackie'
I take a photo of myself in the round mirror


One of them big calm gaps in traffic as I cross over
man comes out of vineries close &
'good how are you' to the man
across the street as he gets in his car to go.
my suspicion of the sipson christian fellowship
a dropped suitcase tag on the floor
sound of swishing from the turbine
1 week old today!
electricity box danger of death
white cat prowls pathetically by the coop childcare building.
cars are arriving from over the bridge.
the bike workshop sign had fallen over in the wind - I right it.
The car's heading towards the modernity.
I notice 2 girls in the veg patch
& at the gates, I climb + jump back in.

2 comments:

  1. So this is how I spent the Sunday morning after 'Resistance is Beautiful', writing constantly as I walked away from the site and eventually back.

    I recorded what I noticed, what I felt, and as this involved processing words, I especially picked up on the words I saw, for example on signposts.

    I've typed it up here pretty faithfully, with almost no editing. Spaces appear where slight spaces appeared in my notebook, photos when I took photos, and I've resisted the urge to tidy up or prettify or clarify my sentences. The only gap of more than a few seconds in writing was when I went in the shop to buy a samosa! Otherwise it's a constant stream that you could, if you really wanted, reproduce in real time by walking the same route and seeing the same signs etc..

    The birds I got intrigued by, incidentally, were possibly siskins (probably not), and much more definitely, ring-necked parakeets that we don't get up North so that explains why I was astonished by them!

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  2. Retaining only the large-font words (highlighted on my trainjourney home, later that day), leaves this odd poem. An abstraction:


    yellow - 550 yards
    blue - heathrow
    green - holiday inn

    & 4 ducks fly past

    vans pass my right shoulder

    dancing over my head
    back + forth

    london concrete

    lads training
    me eating sweets

    men arriving to play
    cones on the field

    remains of a 'no 3rd runway' sign, broken in half on its lamp-post

    the 1st loud take-off reaches my ears.

    to my right, the stubble field of singers, in sun

    she sighs as I walk past

    she is headbanging again.

    man in turban coughs politely
    grey beard + trainers

    birds here too, song + sunshine
    then a powerburst of liftoff
    dip my cap to protect my eyes
    turn + see blue rich sky

    peaceful here, but for the engines.

    man sitting with the engine on - a rattly hum

    coughing man wearing a lanyard

    a smell of gas, unpleasant
    harvest morn & golden puffs in the window

    2 cyclists sail west

    wind rockets down bath road

    man adjusts his collar
    bus advertises a diet
    & switchover is coming

    waiting out of the wind, the stench of gas or sewage

    when lights flash do not enter tunnel

    spaces
    spaces
    closed
    spaces

    uncanny entrance to the tunnel

    exhaust-blackened concrete
    red painted pipes

    Like I should get out of here now.

    a flash of light
    my dirty fingernails
    traffic waiting, poised
    a beep
    a move-off,
    like riders into open prairie
    but with diesel engines
    particulates and hiss

    street cross
    2 crows flying
    sovereign food + wines.

    overall darkening a little
    lovely taste of grease & spice in my mouth

    & below
    I see paramedics, police,
    peace increases

    chimneys & air vents, campervan & bodged fence fixes

    smell of hot clean hair from someone's bathroom
    a baby's cry from another

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