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BalliolI got driven away from Worcester By a flurry of waterBalliol
Falling from on high Just long enough to bring me to you, Balliol What are these stones, as if the brick outlines were painted on Actually, it’s one mass Actually, it’s one all at sea Yeah, well King’s College has a hammer and sickle in their bar So Balliol I’m looking for some tough credentials The more time I stay here, the more I think Oxford is this stellar place And maybe we need more of it
I got that feeling in Dubrovnik too – the obvious could be so beautiful.
The shield split u
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MertonSo I thought I’d come to ‘The Place Where Fun Goes to Die’ To visit the gravestones Joy, happiness, splendour. They all had memorials said for them In the far from homely chapel But they themselves deemed them inappropriate For the setting was too austere.Merton
The walls here remind me of Israel and Palestine But no such war could have been fought Except with Hegelian muskets and conceptual pikes Or maybe long ago, in your contrarian days, Merton.
You know it’s only in Oxford I see German soldiers on war memorials.
I i
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St Edmund HallYou’re pretty weird, Ted, within but one quad view of so many ages and laces for The concrete decagon Ancient store, gnarled pillars and familiar Cotswolds limestone.St Edmund Hall
There is a mission bell waiting to ring (My best espionage says that all this architectural beauty is lost on your residents Who are famed for sport and sport)
I come to the graveyard (Today I am toying with people’s fear of death) There’s even a rugby ball here Before it’s the sort of the thing I would ignore Details are important, so crucial. St. Edmund, I missed until I found a plac
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Exeter3pm, Exeter St. Andrew the unstained saint There’s lots that’s had to have been restored I know the feeling TurbulenceExeter
And wondering whether some components of the clockwork, the stonework Is absent
Lost but not successfully replaced.
But, hey, you have a sandwich bar in the Undercroft, which is cool. Of all rivalries, yours with Jesus College is the most infamous The Britney Spears of collegiate feuds Even in the 70s there was chaos Sometimes around the Oxford Revolution of ‘74 Fire and rioting on Turl Street To the scoffs of Lincoln &
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OrielOriel, I don’t suppose you remember me. I last sneaked in at night (Like characters in my book But instead of finding a quiet spot in the all-night library) We prayed in the midst of the darkness.Oriel
Oh, there was that other time, when I dragged myself out of bed For a sickly pursuit To say benediction On my escape. It had snowed. So of course I had to go to Staircase 37 or so I being a provincial Corpuscle had never heard of such dizzying heights.
Now I mention it, of course, neighbour I came with my brothers And I don’t remember it
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The Queen'sEverything I said about Univ I take back You make me honest, Queen’s, honest, No-one’s managed it before now. I wish I could have made it to your fair colonnades yesterday in the rain So you could shelter me like you do Caroline Who is not the eponymous Queen! Many years and thrones removed from the Queen Philippa who is the definite article.The Queen's
The consort of a conqueror and a tyrant
A unifier.
I dreamt of dark things recently
Awash in the smell of cinnamon Of a dark alliance and romance A terrifying kiss of an occasional friend and an old nem
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| A poem for every college or hall in Oxford. |
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ChoreographedI know the song I just haven't danced to it yet.Choreographed
All of its beauty Harmonies of poetry And just that green, Jade, Arising crescendo
Of each element Perfectly arranged.
To my ear: My heart, though striving, Does not pound the rhythm, Hjartað hamast ekki. And my feet, which have told the story of the steps oft Don't know how to move And thus do not.
O this poet's crisis! If following the haunting call, Then decrying the path If having no voice to beckon Then bemoaning the lack!
And dance
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Across -Part I-Zack Talen, faithful researcher for the British wing of GlaxoSmithKline did not follow the headlines concerning the more aggressive parts of the War on Drugs, a war once thought lost, made winnable again by the diplomacy of US President Sarah Connors, and targeted by her successor Julia Smythe as the way, at the start of the fourth decade of the twenty-first century to demonstrate the strong arm of America against a target none could object to, the cartels of Colombia. Certainly, he was not aware that in the early months of 2030, the biggest joint endeavour of the American and Colombian military was undertaken. For years, the Americans had fuAcross -Part I-
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KelloggMy mind's been trained to say Briand As a reflex But I don't want to dwell on the name, Kellogg, for too long My idea for true naming Has been stewing Through vats of Serbo-Croat Strides of midnight The voice that speaks to anyone who will hear Because if the door had not opened I would have written this everywhere and anywhere Since this college is not two house It is an idea A fitting ending Where does one go beyond Oxford? The answer's in this thought – to Abingdon and the ends of the earth.Kellogg
But let me speak of my unspeakably normal
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WolfsonSt. Catherine's is a beautiful college.Wolfson
I have come to open gardens and forbidding walls I've listened quietly Building to this The completion of the ambitions of Wolfson (A straw poll – is any Wolfson building aesthetic at all?)
And yet this city has dreams as well as spires. The Terence which is your motto – 'I am a human being and I consider nothing that concerns human beings alien to me.' Curiosity got me this far To the other end from where Iffley College, the forefather, must have been A new way of acting An undivided chamber Common meaning i
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Green TempletonSo homely at first You could believe it a Mediterranean street With an allotment beyond With greenhouses and flowers If it wasn't, of course, for the Tower of the Winds A fitting monument for a victor such as yourself Green Who ever heard of Templeton, whom you consumed? But maybe I feel I've gone a step beyond here I'm young A knight errant on a foolhardy mission My own Tasks of Hercules (And one greater than them all).Green Templeton
You've kept Atlas in agony As I ponder Zephyr Think of my very own North Wind And today is a day for black ribbons A sign
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St CrossDetermination is our strongest weapon We decide Choose and act Even when CainismSt Cross
Stands against In its remainder The Holy Cross
So Santa Cruz
The thorny roses will crown your tower Your church stands About to fall Join the graves that throng it And the first college of yours is gone The trees hang low with berries Fruit before a time of fruitlessness Our dreams can be thwarted – we see
The archway to pass through But no explanation And we do not proceed Without it,
This librarian's Quadrangle Has four e
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| Future Projects: The Cross of Jerusalem - poems driven by interlocking themes that drape across one another. Progress: 47 of 144 completed Across (Part II - A Double-Cross) Zack Talen looks back on his nemesis as he falls in love, and choose democracy over royalty. Progress: 2000 words of about 2000 completed Alongside Theora Mueller attempts a kidnapping, whilst her master realises that he's been out-manoeuvred. Progress: 4440 words of about 4440 completed Against Genius detective Emily Sea hunts down Europe's #1 Most Wanted, Theora Mueller, in an attempt to find absolution for a catastrophic case. Progress: 2200 words of about 3500 completed |
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He sitsHe sits.. In the ruin Of a desolate worldHe sits
He knows.. He feels.. The reason
A luminous sky But no moon tonight
What a lonely world What brought its demise
A single thought.. Who could have known That a thought could kill
No life Not even evil Survived
So what is this man Who sits here So alone
Is he but a echo Of what once was
Only a haunted few know What anguish A simple thought can bring
A plunge into the chasm A endless pit of nigh
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Domophobia: PrologueSomeone was running across the desolate fields that stretched before the huge black structure which had been the most inspiring muse for many poets and artists. The sheer unbelievable dimensions, the idea behind it, all of it made a single man feel small and unimportant. Some felt threatened, enclosed by this fact. One of them, which were classified as having a disease called "domophobia", was currently following the inevitable course of his illness: trying to escape from that which threatened him. A cure for the disease was available, theoretically, but it only worked in the rarest of cases, of the cases which surviveDomophobia: Prologue
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.portrait.of.perfection.It’s hard not to look at you. You know,.portrait.of.perfection.
With your beautiful simple-ness and all. It’s hard not to stare at your face, And try to make out the curves of your silhouette, Or the shine in your eye. There’s only so much I can do, not to gaze at that smirk on your face, That gives your cheeks such roundness, That makes you seem happy, Even when you’re not. The only way I don’t look at you, And try to imagine what you’re thinking, Based on the way the creases by your eyes are arched, Is to stare at something else, Like the wall. But that’s nothing, &nbs
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