CLAMOROUS VOICE

stage, spires, and Shakespeare

  Snow and Snow   by Ted Hughes Snow is sometimes a she, a soft one. Her kiss on your cheek, her finger on your sleeve In early December, on a warm evening, And you turn to meet her, saying “It”s snowing!” But it is not. And nobody”s there. Empty and calm is the air. …

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Oxford is an enormous snowy deathtrap. I got three steps out of the house in wellingtons this morning, went back and changed into my hiking boots. At ten a.m., bizarrely, Oxford City Council had gritted ONE SIDE of the Cowley Road, but NOT Oxford High Street. It took me ten minutes to walk about a …

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4.5 members of our seminar group (Sam, Michael, Lisa, Lisa’s-boyfriend-who-has-a-reader’s-card and myself) are in the Bodleian. Through the windows, we can see snow falling on the Rad Cam, the New Bodleian, and the colleges beyond Broad Street. The power has gone out. And, this morning, the age-old editor’s dilemma: do I send my reviewer to …

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