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.’…
And it is also creative, this madRestlessness of men.I shudder down their cities;They build them up again.
Alexandre Dumas’s Les Trois Mousquetaires (1844) first introduces us to d’Artagnan, a young man up from the…
