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
Grasping
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
Tonight
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?"
