The drunkenness of things being various
Louis MacNeice, ´Snow’
Louis MacNeice, ´Snow’
November 20, 2024 at 8:52 PM
The drunkenness of things being various
Louis MacNeice, ´Snow’
Louis MacNeice, ´Snow’
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting” A poem by Louis MacNeice
September 13, 2026 at 1:19 PM
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting” A poem by Louis MacNeice
Almost too painful to read at this present moment.
October 29, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Almost too painful to read at this present moment.
A sensational poem that is an absolute thrill to read aloud.
• Louis MacNeice •
• Louis MacNeice •
June 5, 2026 at 4:39 PM
A sensational poem that is an absolute thrill to read aloud.
• Louis MacNeice •
• Louis MacNeice •
Second hand book shopping in Bath. Two books of poetry:
Holes in the Sky by Louis MacNeice,
Attila József: Selected Poems and Texts, translated from Hungarian by George Gömöri and James Atlas.
Holes in the Sky by Louis MacNeice,
Attila József: Selected Poems and Texts, translated from Hungarian by George Gömöri and James Atlas.
July 8, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Second hand book shopping in Bath. Two books of poetry:
Holes in the Sky by Louis MacNeice,
Attila József: Selected Poems and Texts, translated from Hungarian by George Gömöri and James Atlas.
Holes in the Sky by Louis MacNeice,
Attila József: Selected Poems and Texts, translated from Hungarian by George Gömöri and James Atlas.
‘Of the West the factory chimneys on sullen sentry will all night wait
To call, in the harsh morning, sleep-stupid faces through the daily gate.’ ~ Louis MacNeice
To mark the birthdate of MacNeice, #BookWormSat will explore the urban landscape in literature tomorrow. Do join us. 🏙️
To call, in the harsh morning, sleep-stupid faces through the daily gate.’ ~ Louis MacNeice
To mark the birthdate of MacNeice, #BookWormSat will explore the urban landscape in literature tomorrow. Do join us. 🏙️
September 11, 2026 at 4:59 AM
‘Of the West the factory chimneys on sullen sentry will all night wait
To call, in the harsh morning, sleep-stupid faces through the daily gate.’ ~ Louis MacNeice
To mark the birthdate of MacNeice, #BookWormSat will explore the urban landscape in literature tomorrow. Do join us. 🏙️
To call, in the harsh morning, sleep-stupid faces through the daily gate.’ ~ Louis MacNeice
To mark the birthdate of MacNeice, #BookWormSat will explore the urban landscape in literature tomorrow. Do join us. 🏙️
Followed by Louis MacNeice
Today in 1978 the Boomtown Rats were the first band to appear in the series Rock Goes to College.
September 22, 2026 at 6:57 PM
Followed by Louis MacNeice
Pause, and read...
• Louis MacNeice •
• Louis MacNeice •
June 4, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Pause, and read...
• Louis MacNeice •
• Louis MacNeice •
Poem by Louis MacNeice.
September 7, 2026 at 1:08 PM
Poem by Louis MacNeice.
Louis MacNeice on “less difficult media” with a question for Musk and Zuckerberg.
#SocialMedia @poetrysociety.bsky.social
#SocialMedia @poetrysociety.bsky.social
January 8, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Louis MacNeice on “less difficult media” with a question for Musk and Zuckerberg.
#SocialMedia @poetrysociety.bsky.social
#SocialMedia @poetrysociety.bsky.social
I have named it the "Calzada Louis MacNeice"
January 28, 2026 at 12:40 PM
I have named it the "Calzada Louis MacNeice"
The Poetry of WB Yeats by Louis MacNeice, with foreword by Richard Ellmann – quite the supergroup.
March 14, 2026 at 3:36 PM
The Poetry of WB Yeats by Louis MacNeice, with foreword by Richard Ellmann – quite the supergroup.
#DIBLives
“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace."
(Louis MacNeice, 'Autumn Journal')
Poet, critic, dramatist and broadcaster Louis MacNeice died #OTD 1963. www.dib.ie/biography/ma...
“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace."
(Louis MacNeice, 'Autumn Journal')
Poet, critic, dramatist and broadcaster Louis MacNeice died #OTD 1963. www.dib.ie/biography/ma...
September 3, 2026 at 8:36 AM
#DIBLives
“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace."
(Louis MacNeice, 'Autumn Journal')
Poet, critic, dramatist and broadcaster Louis MacNeice died #OTD 1963. www.dib.ie/biography/ma...
“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace."
(Louis MacNeice, 'Autumn Journal')
Poet, critic, dramatist and broadcaster Louis MacNeice died #OTD 1963. www.dib.ie/biography/ma...
I turn fifty-six, and in doing so pass Louis MacNeice, who died a few days short of that tally in 1963.
August 16, 2026 at 7:05 AM
I turn fifty-six, and in doing so pass Louis MacNeice, who died a few days short of that tally in 1963.
Louis MacNeice, who died in London sixty-three years ago today.
September 3, 2026 at 10:00 AM
Louis MacNeice, who died in London sixty-three years ago today.
Some thoughts on Louis MacNeice on the move, inspired by and shamelessly indebted to @johnclegg37.bsky.social.
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jwikeley.substack.com/p/goodbye-to...
Goodbye to London
Louis MacNeice on the move
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June 6, 2026 at 9:22 AM
Some thoughts on Louis MacNeice on the move, inspired by and shamelessly indebted to @johnclegg37.bsky.social.
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“Windows between you and the world
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?”
Louis MacNeice (1949)
#photography #London #GPOTower #BTTower #reflections #poetry #MacNeice #architecture #PotD #windows #distortion #buildings
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?”
Louis MacNeice (1949)
#photography #London #GPOTower #BTTower #reflections #poetry #MacNeice #architecture #PotD #windows #distortion #buildings
December 27, 2025 at 7:48 AM
“Windows between you and the world
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?”
Louis MacNeice (1949)
#photography #London #GPOTower #BTTower #reflections #poetry #MacNeice #architecture #PotD #windows #distortion #buildings
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?”
Louis MacNeice (1949)
#photography #London #GPOTower #BTTower #reflections #poetry #MacNeice #architecture #PotD #windows #distortion #buildings
Sunday reading #2. An annual read since @backlisted.bsky.social did an episode on it back in 2018.
October 12, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Sunday reading #2. An annual read since @backlisted.bsky.social did an episode on it back in 2018.
To Posterity by Louis Macneice
September 26, 2026 at 4:09 PM
To Posterity by Louis Macneice
To quote Louis MacNeice - “It’s too late to save your souls with bunting.”
April 22, 2025 at 11:31 PM
To quote Louis MacNeice - “It’s too late to save your souls with bunting.”
all the life my days allow
Louis MacNeice, ‘Selva Oscura’
Louis MacNeice, ‘Selva Oscura’
November 26, 2023 at 7:31 PM
all the life my days allow
Louis MacNeice, ‘Selva Oscura’
Louis MacNeice, ‘Selva Oscura’
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar (Louis MacNeice, Sunday Morning)
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar (Louis MacNeice, Sunday Morning)
Tell me your favourite Sunday morning poems or references in poems. These lines from Ted Hughes' Skylarks have stuck in my head for about fifty years, though I don't often go to Hughes now:
All the dreary Sunday morning
Heaven is a madhouse
With the voices and frenzies of the larks ...
All the dreary Sunday morning
Heaven is a madhouse
With the voices and frenzies of the larks ...
April 12, 2026 at 8:16 AM
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar (Louis MacNeice, Sunday Morning)
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar (Louis MacNeice, Sunday Morning)
Goodnight.
‘The rain of London pimples
The ebony street with white
And the neon lamps of London
Stain the canals of night
And the park becomes a jungle
In the alchemy of night.’ ~ MacNeice #BookWormSat
‘The rain of London pimples
The ebony street with white
And the neon lamps of London
Stain the canals of night
And the park becomes a jungle
In the alchemy of night.’ ~ MacNeice #BookWormSat
September 12, 2026 at 11:46 PM
Goodnight.
‘The rain of London pimples
The ebony street with white
And the neon lamps of London
Stain the canals of night
And the park becomes a jungle
In the alchemy of night.’ ~ MacNeice #BookWormSat
‘The rain of London pimples
The ebony street with white
And the neon lamps of London
Stain the canals of night
And the park becomes a jungle
In the alchemy of night.’ ~ MacNeice #BookWormSat