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Notes on How we bring this experience into language


Lufu Old English "feeling of love; romantic sexual attraction; affection; friendliness; the love of God; Love as an abstraction or personification.

Lufian Old English"to feel love for, cherish, show love to; delight in, approve,"

Loven Middle English To love; to have affection (for someone or something): quotations To have a strong preference or liking (for something). To obey or follow a deity. To be faithful to a ruler or superior. To feel romantic or sexual love (towards someone). To derive enjoyment or pleasure (from something). To want or crave; to have a wish for. (euphemistic) To make love; to have sexual intercourse with. (rare) To function well; to flourish

My last love letter 29.05.2015

Hi Kp, I bet you thought I had forgotten you, well I have not. I hope you’re keeping well as you come to the end of your studies, it must be stressful. I saw a documentary on the pottery of Clarice Cliff, Do you know about her work? It is not to my taste but they are done well, I wonder if you will make something for the house when you are finished. In the future I bet you will have a great studio and people will talk about your work. Since I’m a betting man i’ll put money on this one It was lovely to see you for your birthday, it was a nice day.what else did you do? We are keeping well and look forward to your next visit and if you need any help I am here. Just pick up the phone. I am at the hospital on Monday, I will let you know how it goes but don’t worry. Your nan Is still keeping me busy and the garden is looking good this time of year.I’ll have Some tomatoes ready for your next visit. They are great in a sandwich or salad. Anyway Kp, I best be off so I can post this in time, it’s nearly 7am and the post box will be emptied. Know we are thinking of you. Until next time.


Lots of love, Grandad



Imagine a full dance floor

Bodies swaying in partial darkness

Each grieving heart finding a space

Hands reaching high above

Then pulling close to the chest


A hand goes back up, one stays clutched

Head turning side to side

Eyes down

Eyes at the ceiling

Catching fragments of faces, arms, chests, hands, legs blurred then Into a new position

What is love, baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more. What is love

Imagine a full dance floor 
Heat rising 
Sweat dripping 
Loosely holding a friends hand 
You almost feel like yourself again 
The rest is fading 
Hips sway gently side to side 
One hand half up 
On the change of song 
You bring each other closer 
Almost touch faces 
Holding a stance
Looking into each others eyes 
Go on now go walk out the door
Just turn around cause you’re not welcoming anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye

Imagine a full dance floor 
Someone comes near you  
You’re not ready 
Tears roll
Body becomes tense 
And you turn around 
push on their chest for distance 
It suddenly feels lonely 
False and hazy 
time to leave 
you start to weave between dancers and lovers 
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

Imagine a full dance floor 
You start to drift  Back to them 
Will they come 
Was the apology enough 
doesn’t feel the same 
standing in the corner 
Hand in pocket 
No conversation 
Scanning for them
Drink drink
I’m never gonna dance again 
Guilty feet at got no rhythm 

Imagine an empty dance floor
Listen to the man in the liquor store
Yelling "anybody want a drink before the war?"

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