Yes… and yes, not his finest!

‘Though you are changed from what I once beheld’ makes me think of Melville’s Redburn, trying to navigate Liverpool with his father’s old guidebook. Interesting this persistent sense of the city as constantly changing…

Next Pulp album, Morning Miss Marple, How’s the Leg…

The OK Gatsby
Man-Flu in Venice
The Wings of the Pigeon
Confessions of an English Toast-Eater
(I like this game!)

Immediately made me think of Yvonne’s postcard in Under the Volcano: ‘Darling, why did I leave? Why did you let me?’

Congrats to Steve and to Longbarrow! Great news.

Script lichen! What a fantastic name/descriptor.

Absolutely love the idea of error gardens.

Interesting. I’ve noticed this at work, and felt at odds with it, because I don’t think that it’s at all what I’m interested in as a writer. (And I doubt whether it’s primarily what many poets are interested in.) But I hadn’t really thought about it as symptomatic of a wider thing.

I really fancy the artisanal flans

Have you read Olga Ravn’s The Employees? It’s a brilliant, moving, unsettling sf novella that also skewers the language of ‘workflows’ and ‘upgrades’

University management seem to be suckers for pointless, expensive, third-party bits of software, none of which connect to each other, and which mostly just create more work. I assume ‘rolling out’ this stuff makes them feel like tech bros…