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Swaddling Cloth

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Part (i) – Damascus

That year a new kind of bird came to the grassland and woods around our village. Even Nanki the wise woman who lived on the edge near the stream said she had never seen one like these before.

These new visitors were silver and the way they moved, swooped… The way the silver wings flapped was different. Jerky but fast.

My sister had always been brave.. One day she came back for the evening meal looking excited. There was grass in her hair. She had some wild story that she had spoken with one of the new birds. Read the rest of this entry »


Written by Luke Dunn

August 29, 2018 at 7:52 pm

Posted in Prose

Silly #096

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a man in a white van marked Koch delivered a Van Gogh
as he carrried it into the gallery someone said
Oh look what a Gay Chagall! A painting of a Geisha Girl
turn round there mate and watch out for that Turner
don’t put a smear on that Vermeer
and careful of the Dali darling
your not a bull in a china shop
its more like a candy store
so mind that Kandinsky
if you want to be paid in real Monet
I’ll have to call the Constable

Written by Luke Dunn

August 17, 2018 at 8:13 am

Posted in Humour

Game using Python Curses (Linux)

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I set out to try and make a short script to create a playable game using the fewest lines of code. I opted to run the game in a terminal, because setting up a low res graphics window using this was what I reckoned would be the shortest code listing.
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Written by Luke Dunn

August 15, 2018 at 11:10 am

Posted in programming

Dear Aleister (ii) (poem)

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A spell is a trigger

it is not a computer program or blueprint
A spell is a potentiator for the power of imagination

it does not achieve its results by mechanics 
but by pointing mind in the right direction 

in search of the miraculous
You may devour tomes and books of lore 
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Written by Luke Dunn

August 2, 2018 at 7:57 am

Posted in Poems

The Epic Cure of Ian (poem)

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part (i)

Not taking so many an opportunity
gift horses lie scattered behind me

But all those plans were built on ambition vain
that I should prove superior­ never within range
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Written by Luke Dunn

August 1, 2018 at 8:00 am

Posted in Poems

These and so many things (poem)

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Like the reassurance of the media 

When a voice booms out what we already know
and so desperately need to confirm and show

because for it to be known it must be true 
and, for it to be true, simply right to you

Like the avoidance of psychedelia 

the bizarre, an irritant to our complacency 
showing us a world we say don’t need to see 
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Written by Luke Dunn

July 31, 2018 at 8:00 am

Posted in Poems

Mirror, Mirror (poem)

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Kingdoms, realms of order have beguiled me
And I have sought to make my mind so tidy 

while the great chaos vents fury outside 
your sand drawings all erased by the tide

amazing that beings confined to a boundary layer
our earth’s biosphere sandwiched by rock and air

can still ferret truths out at all
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Written by Luke Dunn

July 30, 2018 at 11:23 am

Posted in Poems