OK, I admit it: this is not Legal History. Probably not even legal, come to that… But I feel moved by the spirit of New Year to post this fine example of intellectual endeavour. Don’t think the LQR is going to want it.
Thrushes rush in, wrens seem keen
and sparrows splash around together,
But will they really get me clean
and do they like Imperial Leather?
Having another poetic moment – feeling the pain of my final year students … this is for them
easily sneered at by those
not sitting finals.
This, apparently, was found stuck to the door of a church in Germany …
Martin L.: the Augustinian Brother who could Do No Other
A Diet of Worms caused constipation
till his guts experienced Reformation.
He objected to indulgences but still grew stout;
shacked up with a nun, chucked celibacy out;
wrote hot hit hymns, and cool translations
and tied himself in knots over consubstantiation.
His views on Jews can’t be overcome:
he had 95 theses: but tolerance wasn’t one.
And this is a genre of poetry which will surely catch on: the modern observation linked to a medieval law-text …
Bracton’s Sister’s Distant Descendant in the Gym Changing Room
That law of persons bit in the old book,
sorting by status (and taking the odd swerve
through hermaphrodites and the nature of belts)
somehow missed out a key division:
the one between people who,
when they see you post-swim,
half dried and standing on one leg,
correcting the inside-outness of your knickers,
can wait a moment to get to their locker,
which you are, inadvertently blocking,
and those who