Popular Posts

  • The Great British Class Fiasco
    It's been a bad week for my blood pressure. I'm trying manfully to ignore the hooplah arising from MT shuffling off her mortal coil...
  • On metaphors - cultural and social capital again
    Recently, as you no doubt know,  I've been beating up on the use of the term "capital" in phrases like "cultural capital...
  • Open letter to Prof. Richard Wilkinson & Prof. Kate Pickett
    Dear Professors Wilkinson and Pickett You don't know me and are unlikely to read this letter. Even if you do, I know  you won't r...
  • We all know social mobility has declined right? Well no, it probably hasn't.
    If you study social mobility you are pretty much forced to study it through the rear view mirror, looking back, as it were, over your should...
  • The legacy of slavery
    I was very puzzled the other day to receive an email from my union addressed to "..all UCU members who have self-identified as black o...
  • Is sociology useless?
    Something I've been meaning to blog about for a while. The Guardian 's Aditya Chakrabortty has been putting the boot into  sociolog...
  • Bauman, plagiarism, blah, blah
    Another week, another plagiarism scandal. THE is reporting that one of Britain's favourite blah blah sociologists Zygmunt Bauman has...
  • Sociology and Elites
    My contribution  to the comments on Graham Scambler's interesting piece in Discover Society finally made it past the moderator. You ca...
  • What have you been reading?
    Kieran Healey has produced a fascinating graphic of the number of citations of the 10 most cited sociology journal articles in each decade...
  • Bullshit
    In my previous post I allude to Harry G. Frankfurt's On Bullshit . Should you have a mind to, you can see him talk about the concept he...

Caveat Emptor

The opinions expressed on this page are mine alone. Any similarities to the views of my employer are completely coincidental.

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

RIP Arnold Wesker

So Farewell
Then
Sir Arnold Wesker.

Yes. In your kitchen
it was a wedding feast.

Chicken soup with barley,
Roots. Honey.
Chips with everything.

But now
You've gone
To your own and golden city.
Words on the wind.
Cinders.
Say goodbye.

E. J. Porter (15½)

Posted by Colin at 01:35

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)