Isabel's picture of her mother and sister. I adore this

Thank you!

What do you reckon to "Spanish Harlem"?

a collaborative t-rex

a strange thought that wordsworth could have drunk a bottle of evian

I saw that picture of the Penguin bookshelf and was extremely jealous!

I think it's to fit with "veiled", "seen of none" etc, and melancholy as cloud in the second stanza - it makes sense that her trophies would be as cloudy and vague as her

Straight on!

Emily's illustration for shelley's *the witch of Atlas*. the giant cow seems at least in the spirit of the poem

keen on how minimalist they render their lovely slogan "eggs forever"

C.H. Sisson for the poetry, Dorothy L. Sayers for the notes & apparatus

Yes please!

this is the start of a genuine letter from W.H. Auden

biron has left the chat

Frikadelle, Swedish mustard, gherkins, pickled red cabbage, Keen's cheddar and tomato slice on Irish potato bread, untoasted

Farewell and adieu, to you fair Spanish lattes
Farewell and adieu, to you lattes of Spain

No idea if this is widespread but my daughter's year 4 class is absolutely obsessed with D.B. Cooper - they are all big fans (and all certain he got away). Not sure where they have picked this up from

keen on this picture of Emily's - a beautiful lady leads a unicorn on a silver chain to two knights, who (unbeknownst to her) are secretly evil birds in disguise with painted-on mouths. above, Zeus intervenes crossly, to stop a thundercloud from striking a tree with lightning

Emily's picture of the skeleton and its baby (a bird) in the supermarket, trying to decide between different jams

took Emily to the mummer's play. what a joy

it's a Christmas miracle - new poems from the one & only J.H. Prynne, in full "Doric Plumage". Order your copy here: www.londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/stock/doric-...

happy first advent

I was completely convinced by this when I first read it, and now I can't read it any other way, even though I'm starting to think it's a bit unlikely. But surely, surely the sestina is meant to be bad??

the best halloween poem of them all - william dunbar's "harry, harry, hobbillschowe" (there are many many more stanzas of this)

dominos. the home of low value pizza

The carefully trodden language of grief - Goose to Donkey from Les Murray ‘Translations from the Natural World’.

yes - he was in 2 Clarence Terrace from 1952 onwards, and Autumn Sequel is '53

What on earth was Laszlo Krasznahorkai doing in Acton Morrisons??

there's one on the shelf in the bookshop I'm pretty sure - give us a shout tomorrow afternoon if nobody has answered before then?

this will almost certainly be quicker than taking the central line