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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

The Tale of the Man and the Seagull

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One day a brave and happy little seagull made friends with a strange and wrathful man who had a window.

Every day the man would give the bird 3 pieces of food, and no more.

One day when they had begun to trust each other the strange man spoke to the seagull in bird language

“your name shall be Nkosi for you are brave and fly far. Do not trust that crow who comes, he will chase you and steal your bread”
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Written by Luke Dunn

March 6, 2018 at 9:05 am

Posted in Prose

Nkosi ate some cheese

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There is a poetic sense that seems to depend on slightly blurring the hard edges present in the meaning of words, or even in the identity of people and beings.

I have experienced whispers of this sense and judged it to be a kind of magical thinking that is bad for reason and sanity. I now wonder whether I was wrong to do this and should in fact cultivate it.

“Nkosi”. This is my seagull’s name. I made it up to mimic the sound of certain words in African languages. It has to be spoken with a plosive K.
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Written by Luke Dunn

February 26, 2018 at 8:56 am

Posted in Prose

Spontaneity

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When you hear something or read something you want to spout out the associations it brings, spout them out like liquid from a jug.

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Written by Luke Dunn

November 9, 2017 at 8:31 am

Posted in Prose

Raising a Hand

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Submissiveness is not weak but meek. Perhaps because I held the opposite view, I have intimidated some people in my life without knowing I was doing it. You can learn better communication skills with animals.

With the rats, raising a hand suddenly will scare them.

The body is its own transmitter – and people are no different !
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Written by Luke Dunn

November 9, 2017 at 8:25 am

Posted in Prose

Saddo

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Dear Steve,

Waking up in the morning fresh from a dream. Stumble to the kitchen for coffee and later take a dump which burns from curry night before. Why oh why oh why can I not get the words out fast enough? I have constipation, but of a mental variety. Last night I dreamed I was “called” to go back to my old school and teach. There were secrets in catacombs under the cathedral. I am not American, I do not speak in a torrent of mixed colourful images, and I don’t spell it “colorful” either. I am dreamer of things that the busy world does not touch. I have lived at night where the astral is not full of the emanations of ordinary people in their ordinary worlds.

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Written by Luke Dunn

November 8, 2017 at 7:10 am

Posted in Prose