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The Worst Day

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In a gritty microsecond before conscious noticing happens between strangers in the street there is the “assessment-blink“. All needed knowledge about the other is gained in a brief moment. The crux point of whether to reject or accept is reached, the assessment of status completed and a decision is made.

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Written by Luke Dunn

December 15, 2018 at 10:09 am

Posted in Prose

The Anti-Personic (Microfiction)

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The human sat in front of a screencloud on the vessel’s bridge, icons of the translation software overlaying a view through the boat cameras of his host’s lair. This was an important moment in communication for both visitor and the ones who received him. Before he initiated the formal greeting he took one sip of his whisky, savouring the esters, the sheer organic volatility of the golden drink. He’d had to have one to “steady his nerves”, as his father used to say. A memory from a world now separated by a relativistic caesura.

“All enlightened beings seek merger of the Personic Field with others. And so I join with you.” said the frog-like creature, its signalling detected by the chemical sensors and autotranslated onto the scientist’s equipment.
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 8, 2018 at 2:35 pm

Posted in Prose

Wordcloud

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I aim to get a real flow going with this writing. Once I wrote so much that it induced a kind of change of consciousness, as if there was a cloud of words fluttering about me, recombining and shifting. Maybe that is the mindset of a true writer! It started so powerfully but after a while I found I was getting overwhelmed. It hit a little bit of a panic stage so I shut it down. I just killed the thoughts I guess. Perhaps I shoudn’t have…

I am managing to order and organise a lot of things in my life. In honour of Gurdjieff perhaps who said “you must order what is disordered” as one of his pieces of advice to a niece. OK, so I have rejected most of his stuff after my latest “Skepticism Frenzy” but I think I’ll retain that maxim. It is quite a good description about what human life is about, especially a writer’s, again. The jumble of notes… disconnected experiences poured out onto the page in a random order. Then slowly tweaked and perfected into a finished result that is readable and speaks of the period of life where that maelstrom of raw experience was first felt.
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 8, 2018 at 11:47 am

Posted in Prose

The Invisible Prison

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I have been writing a journal for years. Often the thoughts are troubled and difficult. I wonder how I can use it as raw material for some kind of fiction.

Once, I thought all this stuff would work best as an internal monologue in the mind of a murderer. Taking a leaf out of Martin Lake’s book and writing horror. But something about that seems dangerous, I don’t think I will. Having actually been delusional, blurring the boundaries may not be good for my mental health.

Maybe it is just meant best as a diary, non-fiction. To mix real and unreal was what I did with Renfield (my first novel) and it disturbed you, Steve. But then autobiography is so often a writer’s main resource.
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 3, 2018 at 2:19 pm

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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

Concerning family arguments over climbing trips

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Dear Mary,

Here is a piece I wrote as a guideline for our coming trip to Kanchenjunga, after our disagreement.

Notes on why camping and travel equipment must be durable
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Written by Luke Dunn

April 6, 2018 at 1:04 pm

Posted in Prose

Short Study of Social Anxiety #00862

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I walk out of the front door of my block and point myself in the direction of the shop. As I emerge I sense that the “bad family” neighbours might be there. Sure enough my senses pick up their trace even though I have only seen the vague shapes of people out of the corner of my eye. I am dressed more smartly and my hair is brushed. I feel that this time the encounter may go better. I focus on “minding my own business” which primarily involves not looking at them, and giving out completely neutral body language. I advance pace by pace, walking quite slowly because my usual rushed walk sometimes arouses attention. As I am nearly passing them I sense the exigencies of ths siutation more clearly and realise instinctively that it is appropriate (or even required) thing to flick my gaze up at them very briefly. as I do I realise that the female, who must be in her early twenties I should think, is actually not at all pretty, contrary to my previous impression of them.
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Written by Luke Dunn

March 28, 2018 at 2:38 pm

Posted in Mental Health, Prose