Leaves blown backward in a vanished book, untelling winter

[sovay]

I did not sleep last night. This is due to headache, not inspiration, and is therefore unwelcome.

This is what is welcome: erzebet's newest Synthesis 2, which contains the text of my poem "The Gambler." Go; marvel. Sometimes I only dream my words look like that.

Comments

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

That's a lovely piece. Well done, the both of you.

Very sorry to hear about your sleeplessness. I had trouble sleeping as well last night.

I hope your head feels better soon.

[sovay]

That's a lovely piece. Well done, the both of you.

Thank you. Though I don't know how much credit I can take . . .

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

You should. It's such a perfect incarnation of what your own work is.

[sovay]

You should. It's such a perfect incarnation of what your own work is.

It's like any other skill—because I possess it, I assume that it is less valuable than the arts I do not have. I work on believing differently. Thank you; I do mean it.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Though I don't know how much credit I can take . . .

You should certainly take some. The work strikes me as very much a collaboration, just as a setting of a poem as song lyrics doesn't minimise the poet's contribution, if that makes any sense.

Imagine what the piece would be like if the visual aspects were just the same, but the text were: "There are fairies at the bottom of our garden/They often like to dance on summer nights..." ;-)