“J.H. Prynne, the memorable poet
Who is happy to say that the U.L.
Has got his middle name wrong.
He claims it stands for Hah
But there is a limit. I know it all.”
Veronica Forrest-Thomson, “Cordelia: or, ‘A Poem Should not Mean, but Be’”
Watched Ozon’s The Crime is Mine this evening, and it was hilarious fun.
“Sources have told the BBC that Krusty the Clown is in the running to take over from Rosenior.”
Surely it’s time now to abandon the Chelsea storyline. It’s become ridiculous and pointless. Absolute joke of a club.
Could be either, to be fair. And the Krynoids *were* 1976 rather than 1975…
That’s a pitiful explanation, but he’s the only lecturer I ever attended a full eight-week series of lectures by – I was a lazy undergraduate – and his running of seminars in such informal settings was a wonderful thing. I only really knew him at one remove, but he was a fascinating poet.
Krynoid!
The great J. H. Prynne, wearing a black jacket and blue shirt, reads his work.
I last saw him almost a decade ago, reading his work at Bath Spa; he thereby spanned my time as undergraduate, postgraduate, and – two decades later – a postgraduate again. Rest in peace, Mr Prynne.
I was just wondering if you’d heard. A real loss.
So sorry to hear that the wonderful J. H. Prynne has died. He used to offer to run poetry seminars for groups of people in student rooms – or anywhere as long as it wasn’t a formal academic setting – and I remember a group of us sitting in my room on Chesterton Road discussing poems by John Ashbery.
I’ve just heard, Helen; I’m so sorry.
Bearded man in hat waves postcard of Muriel Spark and a packet of Tunnock’s tea cakes.
Celebrating, with culturally appropriate baggage, virtually crossing the border to Scotland in my “total-up-your-daily-mileage-and-imagine-you’re-walking-from-Cambridge-to-Stirling-thing” five years ago today.
I wish I could remember the dream I had last night; I remembered it so vividly when I woke up this morning. All I can recall now is that I was performing some sort of entertainment-related task in front of Aising Bea and someone else I associated with her. I presume it was Taskmaster-influenced.
Call for participants
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Actual fact: 28% of Labour Prime Ministers have had to fire Peter Mandelson; Blair did twice, but Brown never did.
Not mansplaining at all, Martin, and I appreciate the help! Though I realised that I wasn’t being asked to breathe through my pelvis, I’ve been struggling to make the connection between the two, and you’ve explained this much more clearly - thank you! I hope today goes well.
I must get back to yoga with Adriene! I tried it a couple of years ago and absolutely failed to muster the arm strength required for the downward dog. It was only ten minutes later that I remembered that I'd carried a settee back from Edinburgh on the train the day before. (A light one, but still!)
I interrupted my audio session yesterday to watch a video of a move I couldn’t grasp at all from the description, so I might do more of that!
Yes; at the moment I’m doing all this via recorded audio, and at some point I may need to try another method.
Registration is now open for the Edinburgh Open Research Conference, in person and online, on 18 June 2026 ⭐
I’ll be giving a talk on research assessment dashboards and why we need to be careful before over relying on metrics
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I suspect my general exasperation at life – including stupid things like the chip van not turning up yesterday – are coalescing around my annoyance at these yoga irritations and forming a fatberg of annoyance.
Ten days into my experiment with starting the day with a little bit of yoga, I’m now spending half my time either exasperated with what, for me, are overly vague instructions, or unimpressed with being told to, for instance, exhale all the tension from my pelvis. I must get through this, though.
I was sceptical too, then discovered that they meant a few lines from the Iliad, and felt both validated and disappointed.
So ridiculous.
Sorry to hear that, Emma – stupidity on their part. Hope the future will be better.
Is this actually true, though? Two of the three firings were under Blair, weren’t they?
The corner of St. John’s Street, Cambridge, on a sunny day, seen through the branches of a tree and entirely empty.
Took this photo back when Cambridge was deserted six years ago during lockdown.
Pretty damning that a Labour Home Secretary calls “white liberals” racist for opposing fascist-appeasing policies while actual racists are told they have “legitimate concerns”.
Thanks; we had one Friday lunchtimes in the Norfolk village I grew up in…
My local chip shop shut unexpectedly last month and started running a van instead; have waited a month for them to visit locally, and they were meant to be a street away from 7-8. Spent half an hour walking up and down that street without finding them, and am now hungry *and* grumpy.