should these bagatelles/ offend thee Corpus/ sink thee to thy solvent heart/ and colour not/ the monage is is naked-not/ his suit is void/ and thou has't nothing here/ to dread or scorn

In Corp’rate Day

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  Feb 07, 2025

  I am a painter and writer who has lived in Glasgow for…

• Help—all beauty is in jeopardy!

  May 28, 2024

  Help—all beauty is in jeopardy! Struck to the heart by a crass…

• The Shark Prince

  May 09, 2023

  * I want to tell you about an acquaintance of mine—old Princeps…

• “Near and Deep as the Thunder Crashed”: what the lyric does to the biographical in fiction

  Nov 01, 2022

  In a 2008 essay, ‘Why Lyric,’ Jonathan Culler goes as far as…