Just returned to Japan from three weeks in London, Sheffield and Paris, I found, waiting for me in the post, a fine work of poetry by Chris McCabe titled The Hutton Inquiry (Salt, 2005). Jet lag allows me merely to point out a single grand passage that gives a flavor of what happens in these 159 perfect-bound pages, so here goes:

best game
ever
cursor like
a creature
works
its way
through a
life’s-work
document
breathes up
through gaps in
text–
it is not
how long
it takes
to make it
to the top
that measures
the success
or the document’s
worth

(page 132, from the sequence that gives the book its title)

One detects Raworth’s nervous energy applied to a different task; a finer caloric engine runs a sparkling wheel.