настало то время года, или состояние, когда то ли "стих о благоразумном разбойнике"* аверинцева, то ли "мир как мы его знали"** аквариума, и все одно — до слез тошно * azbyka.ru/fiction/stix-o… ** youtu.be/TPmf1W50bTU

poorly insulated houses and cold climate make one irrevocably heaterosexual,or chilling with one’s housemates is rarely as cool as when temperature outside goes below zero — these might be rather miserable puns but that’s what the coping mechanism in our house looks like

this might be the best ever exodus spin-off

it’s dark outside, and the house is empty; I tame the emptiness by burning candles and reading out loud ‘Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’ to the ghoulishly humming pipes and festively purring boiler — my fellow minstrels

today i'm overwhelmed with restlessness and haunt the corridors of the faculty in a perpetual quest of yet another cup of tea, coffee, meaning, etc. but there's also this beautiful line i read earlier today in a poem: XIV. [...] What his gaze touched was his tenderness.

clearly now everyone needs to drop all their v important plans and come along..! but if I’m really serious— it’s ‘mom, I’ve made it to a research seminar poster on the faculty noticeboard!’ kind of moment

when one's heart yearns for southern songs and sun, for hot and dry salty air, for lightness of feet and dusk-coloured promise of romance — for whatnot one's heart ever yearns: youtu.be/R35Dz-0DzNk

‘bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate’ (!!) — always a mood, but so well put into words by edith wharton

in iceland — once again — feeling alive here and now; last year it made more sense but this time i'm simply grateful for it

this w.h. auden's sonnet with its lulling 'water | running away in the dark' rhythm, with its simple final reference to old english wulf&eadwacer - they've long been my companions, often dreamed of yet often forgotten: today for an evening they came in from the cold once again

my friend and colleague is totally fabulous, do i need to tell you more?

moved into a new place: the street name is 'caroline', our kitchen boiler is branded 'vaillant' the first two books i randomly picked up to read after the move had characters called 'father vaillant' and 'caroline' - hooray to endearing coincidences!

just another reminder to myself - there's a beautiful world outside of oxford - one needs to get away from oxford ever so often (so as to be reminded of the simple and obvious fact stated above)

found an adorable and somewhat grumpy renunciation of ‘the stories of the north’ in the book I’ve been reading, loving it!

Hello—Johnny Flynn & I made another album together. It’s called The Moon Also Rises & it came out this w/e from Transgressive. Songs of love & loss & paths & ghosts & sun & moon & seasons & hope in the dark. We’d love it to reach ears & hearts. Here: transgressive.lnk.to/themoonalsoris…

so simple, so down to earth, so beautiful, and so spot on — yes, it’s a ‘barbara-pym-appreciation-post’

‘Why some blocks of stone, hacked into violent and tortured shapes, should so profoundly tranquillise the mind I do not know. Perhaps the eye imposes it’s own rhythm on what is only a confusion’ — a moment of beauty and quiescence, one of many in nan shepherd’s ‘living mountain’

sent this to my housemate (for how could I not), to which my housemate said, ‘truly what everyone says upon entering our home’ — loving it!

watched ‘la chimera’ earlier today and find myself very much bewitched by it..🧶!

a series of beautiful lectures - listening to which was the most alive I’d felt in months - led me to a beautiful book, in which words are both precise and acknowledging the untranslatable quality of being alive; the book then led me to a beautiful CD, which doesn’t need words —