an empty doorway and a maple leaf

Okay. I give in. I've gone into long sleeves.

I've been sticking to tshirts for as long as I can, while the remnants of summer lasted, but autumn is now definitely here, most depressingly so today (grey and wet) and I came into work in a long-sleeved top. And there was sniggering, given I'd mentioned just earlier this week how I intended to stay with the tshirts . . .

Two new words: futilitarianism and procrasturbation.

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Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -

A poem should not mean
But be

-- Archibald MacLeish

drabble for prodigal -- personal heroes

Title: personal heroes
Requester: prodigal
Requested Topic: If you're wanting to avoid crossovers, then I'll just request something with Avon from Blake's Seven. If you don't mind crossovers, please let Avon run into Holmes.
Series: Blake's Seven, Sherlock Holmes
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/452681.html

( personal heroes )

(Sorry -- it just struck me mid-fic as to whom Avon would really have admired.)