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...
  • Things fall apart Professor MacRae...
    What sociological connections did the Nigerian novelist Chinua Achebe, who died last month, have? Well, several actually. His first novel,...
  • Bukowski on writing
    I came across this poem by Charles Bukowski which expresses something important about integrity in writing. I wouldn't take it literally...
  • Drawing the right conclusions from the numbers (again)
    Posted a comment   again (scroll to bottom)  on the LSE's British Politics and Policy blog. I sincerely hope it isn't taken persona...
  • Oxford's Institutional Bias
    Time for the hair shirts. It's official, (or at least in the Guardian ) Oxford appears to discriminate against undergraduate applicants...
  • The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
    Went to my daughter's school play yesterday - a fantastic musical version of The Wind in the Willows - performed by forty odd seven ye...
  • Writing a Master's Thesis
    It's that time of year when my MSc students are starting to seriously worry about choosing a dissertation topic. With that in mind here ...
  • Philosophical Lexicon
    Probably widely known to the professionals, but new to me, Daniel Dennett's and Asbjørn Steglich-Petersen's Philosophical Lexicon ....
  • Liber Niger Procuratorum
    I've been involved in the last couple of years, to a greater or lesser extent, in three investigations of student misconduct. All had on...
  • David Byrne on Mills on Byrne on quantitative methods
    I believe in genuinely open discussion, so when David Byrne contacted me about my post on  his Sociology article on quantitative methods ...

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)