WHAT CANNOT BE SPOKEN: study & discussion group

luka

luka

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25 to llford we were all breathing diesel fumes for breakfast your festive sandwich. Floating stars, and we're here again.

Hardly. It kept promising me. And I kept chasing. Wanted so much I wanted. A winter wonderland. Very pure the sensuous austere withholding. Took fox-path through nasturtiums then, breathing-ways full of perfume. Shadow hard upon me, all days then the shadow hard upon me.

Shearwater rising, as we put out upon waves of brilliant sky, almost hopeful now sunight scintillant and dauntless. Before rough wind raised it's hackles and the great bells shuddered in their towers. A cloud of jackdaws fleeing pell mell and into the lyric.

Song keeps it at bay, and fire, so desperately we sing in the smoke coils serpentine. Till throat is rasping and tongue heavy. Ash-dawn night dwindling dark beneath the eyes.
 
luka

luka

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She Sheba
shall be their chosen royal queen, the nominated
Sheba lady at their minstrel oversight, as advised by a
traded hoopoe bird this is more than a game for
them, the open way to joy smudged by darkness.

The spread bird kingdom showed the way contended,
the bright hoopoe included as a rare migrant, go-
between.

The bright hoopoe by crest apports its message,
outwise in transit optimum titration, Solomon in all his
glory in deference to the heartland, unharmed queen
in consort arrayed.

@Benny Bunter
 
luka

luka

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Yes, I remember being alive.



I speak in different voices now. Of windhover and mudskipper and hedgerow. Of vetch and meadowsweet and clover. Of bush cricket and dormouse. Of the little, wild things.

Tom does want to justify each preference, in fact the
fragrant meadowsweet wavers between them, it’s her
opportune moment to sing afresh to and for them,
for twice prince without price, she and their distant
creatures swish in crystal unison. Both the brothers
affect each other, by her promise to be part of scenic
provision, in full view as a gift in time. In good inkling,
as the neighbour birds will do and have done already,
partition by track across the grass verges, in renown.
 
luka

luka

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I who slashed open ingress who exultant stood lording it over the dead gloating over the fallen. blood made my lips pretty. It came in that way guided by my reckless beacon, gathered about me, gibbering. Golgotha.



In pride ensured my undoing, on the hillock of the fallen, crowing. Pitch burning lurid flame. Obscene light. Heaped bodies hill of flesh. And the shadows moving feverish.



Rock lichen claws scratching at the cliffs



Was so very pretty then in my pride my lips stained. My name was Lucifer then, refulgent. Never suspecting how much of my strength was borrowed. Not mine alone the protectors.

Apparent aperture, parent persistence, the sons of
the morning in blue light often reach hands to hold,
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her face in smile outwards. To be safe the day new
reflected, both turn to her this way now part clouded;
yet darken, she still bright with her inmost fire of care.
 
luka

luka

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Peter starts to further sing softly
and Tom joins up, chorus not plaintive in return
favour, she is the whole reason by keystroke given
out, in the advance module.
 
luka

luka

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Adjective. symplectic (not comparable) Placed in or among, as if woven together. (group theory, of a group) Whose characteristic abelian subgroups are cyclic. (mathematics, multilinear algebra, of a bilinear form) That is alternating and nondegenerate.
 
luka

luka

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Symplectic says Tom, why so, inwoven daring and
darting first for her verified, his voice chancing bird
on branch, tree creeper gain chirping alluded even
before cloud unfold and fiery, long reset for smile
train addendum.

Wren dart in the dainty, in the wrangling of honeysuckle and snapdragon.
Finches. Sing my song to save me, lift your voice. Please. With the darkness closing in.
 
luka

luka

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Peter makes a slice of
speech, like a tomato from the dish between them,
ostensible towards Tom quickly, they are fast in
exchange, ever watching her even mien. By these
tokens captured in release and altered by treaty on
the other side, to match the need as understood
discretion, each question its own presumed answer,
prolific and fitting. She is poised to observe, the
byplay beneficiary in exchange code, accession by
stable providence.
 
luka

luka

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Some spirits at my side still, some whisperers. Some brave ones followed beyond the boundary, would die the death with me, would aid me. Bird song here, some, even here, blithe twittering. Despite the threat to, some followed setting no store by safety. Kind singers feathered air.
Yes, I remember being alive.
I speak in different voices now. Of windhover and mudskipper and hedgerow. Of vetch and meadowsweet and clover. Of bush cricket and dormouse. Of the little, wild things.
 
luka

luka

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Honour this song for her
refurbish guisement of melody, less soon depended as
will await to find match governance, sway the tenor
pitch defence next adjusted like bees in clover, ever
free and tender obligate. Possible alliance signed up arm
in arm sentient passion would like moreover intrinsic,
ground becoming firmer now under foot, drying out,
ragged robin perfected fragile tendency; tenants of
nourishment. Partisan sun awake to keep compliance,
sing again chorus return postern gate evident reverse
simple flexation, come alongside as clouds do, in open
sky. Revealed beckon welcome, her new betided joy
is theirs too, in sky profile as found head to foot, flush
cheeks.
 
Benny Bunter

Benny Bunter

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I will reread this again sometime in the near future, haven't looked at it since I got the book. I think this was one of my favourites iirc
 
luka

luka

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Light wind rise in the grass to sway and
bend for sure pleat, higher and lower channel stream
instate unavailed foe in woe postponed though now
song for hurt, gather down how can even lame, Peter
and Tom come to shade at foot, step: in dawn the
downest turn.



On the pleated grass waited
for the sun to warm me. After almost dying in that dark again. Never thinking would see daisy bow it's head demurely would bees in blossom see, after so long in that mephitic air and the crafty ones clamouring around me and the fever hard upon me. In the land with neither sun nor water. Harried by, tormented. I have so many foes and my allies deserted or slower to defend me. Without their borrowed strength, vulnerable as never before weak as never before and frightened.
 
luka

luka

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She is indeed the scope
for darker thoughts, imminent Yemen lately memory
dry mouth denied because too late now, self-graft by
option frequent, sing louder in fear for sound broken
in peril, song of harm. These flowers in field happen,
they know nothing just to stay in line, taller invoke to
tread fateful a track hemmed, wake to see, oh song
hold your voice aggrieved at limit finding, temper
steal blade not she exempt.
 
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