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Epitaph for Whitman

…………Here lies a man
who sucked all the marrow out of life
………………..
even if (as is so often true)
he probably should not have.

theASHtray, vol.8

This week starring Stanley Donwood, Radiohead, Vincent Van Gogh, The Wind-Up Merchant, Ric Jerrom, Oscar Wilde, Tony Hawks, Ireland, fridges, Guinness, extras, Tom Crean, Antarctic exploration, Felicity Aston, product placement, Land Rovers, Mark Ronson, Newsnight, the Olympics, Michaelangelo, and an infantile joke about muff-diving.


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After Miss Julie

Patrick Marber’s post-war update of Strindberg’s (regular) Miss Julie, reviewed.


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Pleasure

The brisk humiliation of a girl who hits on you, whom you had once hit on and were rejected.

Golding the lily

Review of Arena’s The Dreams of William Golding.


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theASHtray, vol.7

From the arts desk at the end of the universe, reflections on Douglas Adams, Erwin Schrödinger, Joseph Kony, YouTube, Ian McKellen, Stephen Fry, Bilbo Baggins, Saul Zaentz, trademark and copyright law, Lewis Hyde, Amy Winehouse, Florence Welch, Queens of the Stone Age, MUSE, Pierce Brosnan, Stellan Skarsgård, and the many and various meanings of Liff.


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Poetry exercises: 2

Valéry: a literal translation

A
poem
is
never
finished;
it
is
only

A poet’s room (after Oppen)

A poet’s room, these days,
is probably his girlfriend’s,
or an upstairs corner of his mother’s house

– unless, with luck, he’s made it big,
or, being smart, just married into money.

Why Peter Ackroyd publishes more than me

Her argument

Peter Ackroyd is a genius.
Peter Ackroyd is a workaholic.
Peter Ackroyd is a Brilliant Man.

My argument

Peter Ackroyd doesn’t have a girlfriend.

A difficulty (The End)

She said she didn’t want to be with someone else.

But the one she wanted to be with wasn’t me.