This about sums it up...

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Louise's Syndrome
Cause:	spaceborne bacteria
Symptoms:	tongue forking, stripey blood, black ears
Cure:	sleep
Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

Poem for Sping, or do I mean Spring?

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.



Philip Larkin

Mission: crush the anti-semitic googlebomb

I had a very enjoyable time at my friend's 40th birthday party tonight and was sorry to leave early so I could go to bed. But here I am anyway, not in bed.

I'm getting a bit cheesed off with my US edition of The Charioteer, as I'm fairly sure they've replaced the word 'fat' with the word 'heavy', which I understand is US usage. There are a few other things too, like dumb for stupid, sore for annoyed and guy for bloke, which I'm guessing are replacements too. I suppose I just don't see the point - because if you're reading a book about WW2 Britain, wouldn't you want it to reflect the language and usage of that time and place, rather than change it? Why change it?


Mission: crush the anti-semitic googlebomb: Jew~Jew~Jew~Jew~Jew~Jew~