Posts Tagged middlebrow avant-garde poetry
Newcastle 0 - 0 Bolton, As Reported by W.B. Yeats
Is Kevin Keegan’s return to Newcastle the second coming? We sent Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet William Butler Yeats to find out. Hover your mouse on the highlighted text for commentary on his match report.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is [...]
A Bit of Quality for Christmas
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Dear Reader, on this morning of libation,
Fragrant with holly, redolent with peace,
I thought I’d post a poem—with trepidation,
The muse being passed out on a floor in Greece;
I’d hoped to share the season’s revelation,
But then I couldn’t quite afford the lease:
Take, then, this rhyme, my sub-Byronic way
To thank you all for reading Run of Play.
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I read [...]
Clement Clarke Moore Has Nothing to Fear from Me
The Run of Play will be operating on a reduced holiday schedule for the next few days, which means there will be posts “every once in a while.” (That’s a direct quote from our operating handbook, which also contains the words “occasionally,” “inconsistently,” “when we feel like it,” and “Bolton.”) You’ll have to [...]
F=O=O=T=B=A=L=L, or, How a Gang of Lousy Thieves Made Journalism Feel Like Poetry Again
Looking for football news on the internet is usually a pretty straightforward affair. You type something in—”ronaldo prostitutes”, say—and are rewarded with 37 Sun pages ranging from “Ronaldo orgy with 5 hookers” to “Gemma Atkinson: My Flint With Ronaldo”, in which some minor Dickens villain called “Chris Moyles” purports to “call up ex Hollyoaks babe [...]
