LUFT

for Dr Giles Camplin

the pub a box of cackle

and canned music

our eyes roll skyward

our bubbles of speech

turn to balloons

I wonder out loud

about a forgotten firm

would-be airship freighters

at the turn of the century

the new face and old hand

knows first-hand

elucidates a Teutonic tale

of buoyancy & defeat

a project making Fuller fly again

sponsoring Your Private Sky

a conference for all of us

flying the flag

for Buckminster Fuller

decades of designs

geometrical journeyings

the poetry of form

the formation of livingry

technics & synergetics

summarized & annotated

celebrated there & then

by the late great Steve Lacy

on soprano saxophone

and so we rose above it all

with dirigibles

with cloud structures

till the time came

to drift away.

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