In the morning

I can't help but wonder what future generations will think of this "civilization" of ours, in which we so revel in close-ups of corpses plastered to our periodical fronts.

Nevertheless, on schlurpy book dedications, and what happens to the book once the schlurp is no more. Here for the new Guardian Poetry Workshop. From Maud Newton we discover Field Tested Books, celebrating "a certain book in a certain place".

Now, we've got a party to attend, and houseguests in the morning.