Morning from Brighton’s tiny extra extra mural cemetery, where lies the body of John Harvey of Bedford.

Quite happy with new blind. Waiting for the sun.

Is there some shadowy cabal before which tory candidates must beclown themselves for favour? Liz Truss cannot possibly be as dim as her utterances imply, but this from Penny Morduant breaks new ground in fatuity.

Feeling nostalgic for the days when most tories would acknowledge that it's bad form for the parasite to kill the host.

A bit sad that it seems the Frank Drake who supervised Liz Truss's father's dissertation is not the Frank Drake of Drake's equation. It's never aliens. #instituteofevilaliens

Rambling to Rodmell, reading Bob Lowell Thinking upon the munching English line.

The tragedy of billionaires' disease: it rendered its victims blind to the cures so readily apparent to the unafflicted.

Back in the hills for the first time after tearing my meniscus. Late moon, a hard frost. This

Intense good cheer in these fine poems from Bill Manhire badlilies.uk/bill-manhire-1

Sunrise at Castle Hill / Black cows abide

Local flock unmoved by therapeutic rendition of Release the Bats.

Oh, nothing. Just lying awake thinking about Microsoft's Sydney as the sociopathic realization of Bo Burnham's comrade Socko. youtube.com/watch?v=oDQXFN… nytimes.com/2023/02/16/tec…

Venus and Jupiter this evening, tucked between dome and minaret.

Mandelbrot & Son.

Walking west

Poppies in…checks notes.

Fungi at daybreak. Butcher’s Wood.

Excellent if grim report from CPAG by Rosie Mears and Sophie Howes on the botched and brutal universal credit claims management system cpag.org.uk/policy-and-cam…