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WINTER ' FOURTEEN oh flowing as you would want it to be and it always is what you want it to be and then it is some more than that that can’t be named no matter how often you seek to name it. Shall I tell you, oh shall I tell you or do you already know what there is no need of repeating unless in the telling is a joy that has nothing to do with newness but everything with telling and wordness. Where A is saying to B what he can’t say to C. can’t or won’t, no difference and the world-word no better for it. Telling no telling. That’s the way of it as it winds its way about you on its way to….couldn’t put it any other way because there is no other way to put it. Wouldn’t even want one if there was another one to be had. But there isn’t. immutable. Lovely word in its accuracy. Another wordness to be savoured and saved. For what and for whom is not the question therefore there is no other accurate answer. No other answer will be give because none will be sought for therefore none will be found. Found that a good reply to his question. His question not worth any other answer therefore there is no other answer to be given as I am telling you and have told you up till now. Now. Here in this place and moment, in the immutability of sound and sense as they say if there is any sense to the now that we don’t yet know. What do I know? Will I tel you what I know? Will I tell you what I don’t as if I could. Would like to but can’t. can only tell what I know. Of him and her and she as they found themselves that day on the tram, or that evening on a beach. Lovely threesome. Build on that a new theocracy. I will and I won’t. am already doing so. Will do so again because there is nothing better worth doing if anything other than that is worth doing that is. Let it flow, let it flow. All is water to the sea. See – I can see it from here. Always could and always will. Meanwhile oh meanwhile the world is going on and I am late. Shouldn’t be tell you this perhaps yet I will tell you. What A said to B but didn’t say to C who desperately wanted to hear it. A said: -It’s all in the telling And B replied: -then tell me -And I will, I will, I will, he replied and when on to tell all the parts and divisions and implications that he knew. -But that’s not something I don’t already know! -Oh you may know your version of it but you don’t know mine. -Same words, same story. -Never the same words, never the same story. And it never was no matter what the other one said to him because if it could be told one way then it could be told the other. Which it was and the difference was in the telling as it was always meant to be. which was what he wanted to explain but somehow couldn’t no matter how often he tried. And he tried, oh he was trying even when no one was listening and the last tram had returned to the depot and there was nothing for it but the long walk home. which he started out on but soon abandoned as if it was another story that he couldn’t get right to a listener’s ear. But no one was listening now. Shadows and street lights only and the occasional stray cat to call out to. And the shadows were as large as he was and he was soon taken up in the darkness in a somewhat pleasing manner. -Your temperament is not what I would call pliable -I was not aware pliability was counted among the virtues -It’s a social more than a spiritual necessity -Then I will add it to the poverty which is mine -Do I sense the stirring of pride in your voice? -I see it as a refinement of character The Linnet's Wings