O lucem candidiore nota

[sovay]

Yesterday: nefas. Its sole redeeming incident was the composition of four lines of Latin hendecasyllables between midnight and four in the morning, which could arguably count as today. This afternoon I was unsuccessful in finding some secondhand classical texts, but I bought scones and read fragmentary A.E. Housman; made my doctor's appointment; walked a couple of miles; and ranted in the direction of Eric, who listened to me. Probably I will not be able to get out of helping my brother move cookware, but maybe I can avoid the file cabinets.

Courtesy jonquil: I find myself wondering if the Somerton Man and L'Inconnue de la Seine got together in the afterlife.

Off to consider more hendecasyllables.

When Adam first the apple ate
He had a friend to keep him straight;
God to a wife: 'twas hopeless odds.
Friends are a deal more help than gods.
—A.E. Housman, manuscript (August 1894)

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of you for half the afternoon; I was wishing I had some new music to share with you so I'd have an excuse to e-mail, because I had the feeling of not having seen a post by you recently (even if, in fact, you posted recently, that was nevertheless my impression).

Anyway, here you are, and just the fact you posted, and are up and about, walking some miles and quoting A. E. Houseman, makes me happy.

[sovay]

I was thinking of you for half the afternoon; I was wishing I had some new music to share with you so I'd have an excuse to e-mail

You can e-mail anyway, you know. I am not the world's greatest correspondent, but I try.

Anyway, here you are, and just the fact you posted, and are up and about, walking some miles and quoting A. E. Houseman, makes me happy.

I'm still here.