Gareth Prior

@garethprior.bsky.social

Poet. By day, Bursar at St Hugh’s College, Oxford.

“Entire regions, especially those marked by structural fragility and limited geopolitical relevance, are currently subjected to a new mindset of extraction: that of health data, epidemiological profiles, genetic maps and demographic information.” [1/2]

“So-called artificial intelligences do not undergo experiences, do not possess a body, do not feel joy or pain, do not mature through relationships and do not know from within what love, work, friendship or responsibility mean. Nor do they have a moral conscience, since they do not...” [1/2]

“To translate a text is to be conducted into its mysteries in a way that no mere act of reading — however conscientious or frequent — makes possible.” — David Bentley Hart

"Deadloch" (Aussie crime detective black comedy drama) is absolute genius. Witty and angry and brilliant. "Yeah no the investigating officer is, well, his commitment to diversity goes as far as a bloke with contact lenses"

8yo twins have homework to write a story. We talked about great opening lines: Dickens; Gibson; Camus (I skipped Earthly Powers). I’m deeply sceptical of the way children are now taught to write, but there’s something deeply real in hearing someone’s story — and surely that’s all there is?

“Choosing to kill the innocent as a means to your ends is always murder. Naturally, killing the innocent as an end in itself is murder too; but that is no more than a possible future development for us.” — Elizabeth Anscombe, Mr Truman’s Degree, 1956

27 St John St (sans blue plaque) where Elizabeth Anscombe lived while producing some of her most influential work (Intention, double effect) and simultaneously compiling/translating Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations. Mostly unchanged, though the landlord has now fixed the ceiling/heating.

A 19th-century terraced house in St John St, Oxford, where one of the most important English-language philosophers of the 20th century did some of her most important work. Blue plaque conspicuous by its absence.

“North Oxford (being unfashionable and therefore cheaper) had become the home for many of the refugees who had arrived in the city before the war. Although some moved on once the fighting stopped, for many Park Town…was now a permanent home.” — Mac Cumhaill & Wiseman, _Metaphysical Animals_

Just spent a fascinating half-hour teaching my 8yo twins about Philippa Foot and trolley problems. After some wrong turns (“are any of the people tied to the track your family?”, “is the woman walking her dog on the other line a bad person?”)… [1/2]

“We know that it is the right frontal lobe…which makes empathy, humour, irony possible, and helps us to communicate and express not just facts, but our selves. Here language becomes not a tool of manipulation but a way of reaching out to the ‘Other’.” — Iain McGilchrist

I genuinely enjoy cleaning squid. As with filleting fish, it’s part of the privilege of being able to prepare food from scratch and understand what you’re eating. But there’s no denying it can get a bit HP Lovecraft…

Three squid heads looking alien and tentacular.

Listening to OK Computer for the first time in years, and remembering a colleague claiming with a straight face that Radiohead were clearly an Oxford band because only locals would have known that the Karma (best restaurant in East Oxford for a 20+ year window) was next door to the police station…

Watching the almost-a-decade-old Death in Paradise episode where Kris Marshall gets replaced by Ardal O’Hanlon, and there’s a single shared scene in a car where it becomes clear that the changing-detective trope is just a different-genre version of Doctor Who.

It’s also time to thank the editors/florists @kathryngray.bsky.social & @andrewjamesneilson.bsky.social for their tireless effort in continuing to produce one of the most vibrant outlets for seriously good English-language verse on either side of the Atlantic, from which we all benefit.

Bad Lilies@badlilies.bsky.social · 7mo ago

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