Having re-read some Dante, in part because I was kicking around the idea that Tennyson wrote his Maud on Dantean lines…
Martial’s epigram doesn’t have a title, but we could, if we wanted, call it ‘A Poem Needs A Cock’. Here…
Strew on her roses, roses,And never a spray of yew!In quiet she reposes;Ah, would that I did…
I love the phrase ‘a Table of green fields’. Indeed, I have inserted it more than once into my fiction. I talk a…
I’ve undergone, speaking personally, something of a volte face with respect to the role SF fandom, and more specifically that…
‘Saturn,’ says Ross Anderson, ‘is the best planet.’
Jupiter — or “good old Jupe” as LaFrance sweetly calls it…
Irrelevant preamble: on only one occasion in my life have I been in the same room as…
Kenneth Burke’s epigraph to his Grammar of Motives (1945) is ‘Ad bellum purificandum’— ‘for the purification of war.’…
