Trust is a mountaineer’s rope made from the laces of dead climbers’ shoes. It is predicated on truth values but incorporates fallibility because often the thing you trust, or the…
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Not, as the title might suggest, because he is a narcissistic arse who seeks to demoralise his foes and shame his friends one undulation at a time. His costume is…
I read a German children’s book on woods and woodland creatures recently, and found myself stuck on page fifteen saying “hohl, hohl, hohl” like a Danish Santa Claus. It means…
I was on the train recently, staring at the rails and the blur of sleepers between. If I very quickly moved my eyes against the direction of travel, I caught…
A Kill‘s power is in its fifteenth line, in the only spoken text of the poem: “It’s a boy!” It’s a fulcrum and it prises the perception of a brutal,…
London can never be silent. Like any city it’s a generator, always on, always on maximum. Doors and windows do little to dull the amplitude of its eight million residents….