One of my favorite authors, Ken MacLeod, tells us John M. Ford has died. Not knowing who Mr. Ford was, I clicked through to discover a poem I quite like. I don’t usually like poetry, despite having gone through a teenage phase where I wrote some. But what really through me for a loop was clicking through yet again to find the circumstances under which the poem was written.

My lord, a man who could jot off a verse like that as a blog comment. There certainly is a hole in the universe now. I’ll have to seek some of his work.