The Soul of Man under Socialism

Guardian "Books" section. Relegation from the Premier league.

2008-06-19T17:00:00.000-07:00

Belatedly, I want to complain about the relegation of the "books" tab at Guardian.co.uk to the "culture" page. No longer can I log directly on to the main guardian website, briefly catch the news headlines and then navigate directly to the books section by clicking a button on the header.

It's rather curmudgeonly I know to feel that books deserve a special place outside the rest of culture but everybody knows that books are special. I also wouldn't mind if they gave Television and Movies and whatever the hell else they pleased equal access to a tab on the main page but I want them to bring books back.

Variety is the spice of life. William Cowper neé 26th November 1731

2005-11-26T10:41:00.000-08:00

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Olney Hymns (1779)
'Light Shining out of Darkness'

God made the country, and man made the town.
The Task (1785)
'The Sofa' (Book I, line 749)

There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.
The Task (1785)
'The Timepiece'
(Book II, lines 285-6)

My first post to celebrate a poet's birthday -I must come up with a sexy name for this, Dead poet's society being already taken- involves some controversy. Wikipedia cites William Cowper's birthday as the 20th of November 1731 while The Guardian cites it as today, the 26th of November 1931. I am more inclined to believe The Gruniad as despite their lax relationship with spelling and punctuational accuracy they tend not be bad on this kind of thing. One other sites say 15th of november but this seems unlikely.

Can't get out of this insane trap

2004-10-26T18:41:00.000-07:00

hello

Greetings from the other side

2004-10-23T19:36:00.000-07:00

Hello. For what it is worth I'm starting a blog to gain discipline and clarity in my writing and thought. Sorry that people have to read my random ponderings (or considering how many blogs are out there, I am resigned to the fact that no one may ever read this) and going by my typical writing I often veer in to pompous, badly written, badly punctuated, recondite, abstruse... (And here I go!).
I hope to explore the philosophy of poetry and the verse structure of politics or vice versa. Current affairs may feature, but probably won't as I am an infrequent newspaper reader. We (the royal we that are... So I mean me. If you get what we (I) mean... yes) will probably rant on how wrong A.J Ayer and Edmund Burke are and why I AM ALWAYS CORRECT.