Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Writers are people who have decided to spend forever reading a bad book over+over + reflecting on how it's all their fault." -- Emmet F. Cameron, 2013-01-24

[Responses to replies to my last real entry ... coming soon, I think. Been reading and appreciating; haven't had time to sit down and respond. Also coming: an update on how the trip is going and how things are working out w/ Mom.]

I composed this with one friend especially in mind, but other friends and relatives on my mind as well. Now, with (last I heard) one friend recovering from a risky surgery and another facing a dangerous treatment, not to mention people farther removed from me ... it seems like a good time to get around to posting this here.

Fuck cancer.

(This is the octave I meant it to sound in. I've also got a version written for guitarists -- notated an octave higher, on the treble staff with ledger lines, and sounding these pitches when played on guitar -- and one transposed up to fit on a violin. Also tablature for a few different instruments. If a different version would work better for you, ask whether I've got it handy.)