Ken Poyner

Quibble is astounded that some townsfolk still cannot distinguish a feral violinist from a rogue
violinist. Even without a taste for the underlying science, simple observation should in time
reveal consistencies and differences. With a little attention, it is clear that rogue violinists have
patterns, hold within them a repertoire. Listen often enough, and a clutch of rogue violinists
might string together recognizable Vivaldi, a partial Bach concerto. Feral violinists have more
passion, yet do no planning. Their output is sporadic and arhythmical. Why townsfolk do not
discern this, Quibble cannot fathom. Are they listening? Who would ignore free music?

KEN POYNER’s four collections of flash fiction and four of speculative poetry are available from most web booksellers. He was an information warrior for thirty-three years, and now supports full time his wife’s powerlifting. Recent work has appeared in Analog, Café Irreal, Rune Bear, Tiny Molecules.