Monday 10 March 2014

Not ANOTHER archival element of the year?


It's the rule for March.

Archival Remnant No 10. catalogue no MxX 748

There is an old belief that if you sat a group of chimpanzes in a room with a set of typewriters and waited long enough, then eventually one of them would write a Shakespearean sonnet.
Assuming of course there was enough paper along with the time.
I’m in a room, I have my computer, no internet access distraction and thirty minutes in which I must remain here.
I only have the right to leave the room to go to the toilet or to go home, but I have already exhausted the interest of the toilets and I can’t go home as I am expected to be in this room in half an hour’s time.
Why am I here now then?
Long story.
A long story not worth telling, so let’s see if I can come up with a sonnet.

The morning frost
Lain outside my door…

No, hang on, let’s try again.

Frost, cold and crisp
Resistant to the tread
As i walk hand holding yours
Into the dawn of another day.
Yet you are not here.
It is just me
A fool and his memory.


Lesley FW said...

Sonnets on snow on the warmest day of the year so far?

popps said...

This is the archives Lesley!
sometimes this blog is really literal :-)