We follow where the future zeppelins go, and
turn mankind to a louse. Rich
pickings to be had, my lads. Our slogan:
Per Ardua Ad Auschwitz.
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- Flying Machine Poem
- Adam Phillips on William Empson
- Freud
- Žižekiana
- Old-Fashioned Views
- Monday Chesterton
- Sunday Chesterton
- River
- Problem books
- Rich people and immigrants
- Liars
- London
- Shakespeare's mercy
- Kierkenotes
- Badiou, Badme
- Mourning Moebius
- Hippocratic Oath
- Country
- Self love
- Science fiction sequel
- AQC: Spring-tide
- Gag Magag
- Cannibals
- Dreaming
- No Man Is A Carlisland
- On gay marriage
- Springtime For Heorot, and Germany
- London poem
- Bear-o-wulf
- Pinch Poem
- Some brief notes on 'The Monsters and the Critics'
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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