{"id":1715,"date":"2015-07-19T12:38:36","date_gmt":"2015-07-19T12:38:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=1715"},"modified":"2015-07-19T12:38:36","modified_gmt":"2015-07-19T12:38:36","slug":"letters-from-an-unknown-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/19\/letters-from-an-unknown-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Letters from an Unknown World"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I saw a flying saucer hovering low in the clouds this morning<\/p>\n<p>The poets in the Betty Field were scribbling furiously<\/p>\n<p>But I ignored them and requested a lift to an unknown world<\/p>\n<p>I was placed next to a cage fighter named <i>Super-Blossom <\/i><\/p>\n<p>He was travelling with me to one of the smaller moons of Jupiter where he was due to fight a Hungarian cage fighter called <i>Moon Super-Blossom<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I promised to attend his fight<\/p>\n<p>Lola-Veronique was at her desk translating <i>Aben-Hamet<\/i> from English into French which was proving difficult as she was not fluent in either language<\/p>\n<p>It was rumoured that Lola-Veronique who had died young had been accepted into heaven on the recommendation of Saint Paula who had become obsessed with her beauty<\/p>\n<p>It was said that they were lovers<\/p>\n<p>There are many rumours in Heaven<\/p>\n<p><i>Les yeux tendres de Lola-Veronique <\/i><\/p>\n<p>I looked at her portrait that had been painted by her sister Paula<\/p>\n<p>She was a tall woman with an elegant neck and raven hair who always dressed in white even on the most filthy of days<\/p>\n<p>Her gentle temperament was loved by all especially the tubercular children of the village who she saw frequently<\/p>\n<p>As they neared death she would arrange their removal to a coastal resort and in time they would return in perfect heath with all traces of the disease gone<\/p>\n<p>The painting was called<\/p>\n<p><i>Les yeux tendres de Lola-Veronique <\/i><\/p>\n<p>And it was shared by the many moons of Jupiter and was displayed for long periods of time on each as the mother planet was quite far from the sun<\/p>\n<p>After the cage fight which ended in a draw I travelled into the interior into the cold dry deserts where I was told I would find a grand piano that have never been played<\/p>\n<p>On my initial visit I found nothing except colourless rocks and sand but I was persuaded to return and on this visit I met a white peacock<\/p>\n<p><i>Le desert n\u2019a pas de couleur \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I was invited to play the piano by the peacock but no sound came from its keys<\/p>\n<p><i>Le desert n\u2019a pas de son <\/i><\/p>\n<p>A great warrior approached me and sliced the white peacock in half with his sword<\/p>\n<p><i>Le derniere paon etait mort mais il a celebre sa couleur <\/i><\/p>\n<p>He asked me to play the piano<\/p>\n<p>I refused saying that the instrument was silent<\/p>\n<p>He drew his sword again and ran its erratic edge across my throat drawing blood<\/p>\n<p>I drew my dagger and thrust it into his eye and he fell lifeless at my feet<\/p>\n<p>As his body decomposed I began to play sweet music which echoed across the empty wastes of the desert<\/p>\n<p>Soon the warrior\u2019s son arrived with an army so large that it inhibited the light of the distant sun<\/p>\n<p>He drew his sword and ran it into my heart<\/p>\n<p>But I was not harmed and I killed him just as I had killed his father with my dagger<\/p>\n<p>I gouged out both his eyes and covered him with animal fat so that the maggots would burrow with ease and tear his very soul apart<\/p>\n<p>The army retreated<\/p>\n<p>Is evil leaders slain<\/p>\n<p><i>La chapelle dans mon coeur blesse etait maintenant plein de la devouee \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I buried the peacock in an elaborate grave and placed its heart next to mine and promised eternity<\/p>\n<p>The creature knew my lie and its eye flickered for one last time as it began its journey into heaven<\/p>\n<p>My return to the mother ship took me over forty years and on my arrival I slept with the elderly cage fighter as I needed love<\/p>\n<p>I had not aged<\/p>\n<p>Those who create music where there is no music do not age<\/p>\n<p><i>La musique du desert \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The flying saucer was full of rust and not fit for flight and I learned from an academic that the gravitational pull from Jupiter had increased whilst I had been away<\/p>\n<p>In years this cultured moon would crash into its hostile parent<\/p>\n<p>I found the graves of the original crew and exhumed their remains as I did not know how to repair the craft and soon my transport was fit for its purpose<\/p>\n<p>I sat in the pilot\u2019s seat next to Lola-Veronique and slowly we began our journey towards the Betty Field where the poets were still scribbling furiously<\/p>\n<p>In a matter of weeks I had joined them as had Lola-Veronique who was still translating <i>Aben-Hamet<\/i> from English into French<\/p>\n<p>Which was still proving difficult as she was not fluent in either language<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I saw a flying saucer hovering low in the clouds this morning The poets in the Betty Field were scribbling furiously But I ignored them and requested a lift to an unknown world I was placed next to a cage fighter named Super-Blossom He was travelling with me to one of the smaller moons of 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