Confounded Letters
By Ken Simm
Open letters to myself on Creation.
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Humming the Song through a Feather in the Mists of Time. A Confounded Letter
The act of climbing a mountain is changed succinctly and dramatically by the act of observing the climb
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A Fish Dinner in Memison. A Confounded letter
They are amongst you in black and white Sci Fi.
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A Piece of me unsure A Suite in 4
Useless, she just said.
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A Soft Caress of Welcome and the Scent of Old High Places.
These were her words. These were the notes musical that tried to convince me of the strangely impossible.
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A Weather Stripped Mountain and Caves under Trees. A Confounded Letter.
A whole experience for me, to me, explained in my sickness and the lies of those who said, illness suits you.
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After the Chemical wedding the Physical honeymoon. An erotic Confounded letter.
Art is the high priest of communication said the man who called himself the beast.
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Consider the birds in the Winding Gear of Lancashire
Confounded letter
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Last week I went up a mountain
Wind froze and carpet snow swirled, displaying and lifting its skirts for all to see.
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Yesterday then was a Criticism of Mountains
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Last year it was Halcyon perhaps
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Long ago & far away in a room of glass
Confounded letter
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Look there's a town called misery and of that we'll have none
A Confounded Letter
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Now a loose conglomoration of pictures in an exhibition
A Confounded Letter
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This time was an instant experienced under a tree, naked
A Confounded Letter
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We sip the flood that drowns us, inevitably
A Confounded Letter
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Now this orchard & Spirit kept me as quiet as the dead, thirty years ago.
Confounded letter
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The Complete Confounded Letters, plus a new one.
Do the Gods have dreams? But then you cannot blame them.
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It begins and ends with an acoustic piece I have some sympathy with.
We are fools, that at least is evident. Talk not of our foolishness and remember.
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The nostalgic black pigs that haunted every sensitive childhood down there. Confounded letter 13
No one would understand the highest pleasure of this nostalgia, now would they?
Near the Northern Isle of the Saint and the Illuminated manuscript. Confounded Letter 14
It has a collective strength to all but these but only if you do not take them too seriously.
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The Lovers at the Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosencrantz. A Reverie and a Confounded Letter.
I wrote this down with a drawing of your lips in my sketchbook.
Who sang La Mer? Charles Trenet sang La Mer. This is what you asked.
The barge trips with a bike, asleep on wet grey green tarpaulin valleys,
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The Dog Man speaking from beyond himself to a child who ran away. A Confounded Letter.
“Why don't you talk proper?” she said and “don't eat all those apples they don't grow on trees”.
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The Terrible Time when it all went away and came back, slowly. A Confounded Letter.
A Frightening Confounded Letter even now.
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Intaglio is all in the Subtle Wrist. A Confounded Letter on Painting.
Leave that alone always. Never come back to that one pushed against the wall.
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The second one asked after the hanging hind and up the highest mountain.
Rills and runnels, rock and tarn, cwm and cloudy crag.
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His eye moved across the face of the Century
Meemawing mothers in curlers and ash flicked acted cough bandied about gate gossip all day.
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The Complete Wastefulness of an Educational Summer
Peace, past and present. Smooth sounds and trilling bird Summers. A Confounded letter on Sixties holidays
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Playing Strange Music in the Mountains of Pictland
Here I will wait for you always.
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Hy Brassil and Environs calmed in a Summer's breeze.
A shot sound of bright canvas contrast. Articulation creaks of new rope on shiny surfaces. The cool that feels good blowing south smooth.
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The Colt with the Blaze. The Song of its Short Beautiful Life.
A night, short in June with bats and moths attracted by rainbow fluid ligh
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She thinks of missing once he has gone home. Waiting for the Dream of Gerontius.
Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
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Morning Wished, Drawn and Coloured in. A Pastorale.
As it was, is and in all that's wanted. As it is, for all its disappointments.
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The reality of bent nostalgia and good drunks
When he hit, boy laughed. Small fearful, feral laugh. Who knows why? But he did and boy knew when.
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The loss of an ill fated romantic in a life mechanical.
Her times and history had long gone. Her voices in the high places were lost in the winds and flurries of storms.
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