Shoot straight, you bastards—don't make a mess of it!

[sovay]

Ave atque vale, Edward Woodward. I have no idea what he was like in private life, but I will remember him always as a year-king or a soldier-poet, a sacrifice, and singing.

Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.

My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.

Comments

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Such a conflicting post. My best to the spirit departed, and to your quest and success (and I need to send something to John, again, soon).

[sovay]

My best to the spirit departed, and to your quest and success (and I need to send something to John, again, soon).

Thank you. The quest was indeed a success.

(And yes, you do.)