September 6th, 2005


Charity Auction

Being too dirt-poor to give $$ to victims of Katrina (I'm not avoiding--I'd get evicted if I didn't make rent, and there's nothing left over at this point), I was deeply pleased to see this response in fandom.

Charity Auction--Stories and Fandom Items

I may not have $$, but I can certainly write some fic-for-request in exchange for someone else's donation. :-)

If you want to offer a story for auction, the deadline is Sept. 8, so hurry on over there. It was initially limited to The Sentinel and Starsky & Hutch fandoms, but has started to broaden.
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Poetry for the Day

Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth

by Arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain;

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves vainly breaking
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

I love it when I find poetry through somebody's fic; I found this during a reread of K. Ryn's TS fic Smoke and Mirrors.