The Poetry Society, a 102-year old institution, the English equivalent of America's Poetry Foundation, appears to be melting down faster than the Fukushima Daiichi reactors. For all we know, the melt-through stage has already been reached.
George Szirtes is desperately circulating a petition to save the Poetry Society. Poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy has added her 'By Royal Appointment' signature to the steadily growing list of save the society campaigners.
So what exactly is going on? Nobody seems to know, or at least nobody is telling. The whole affair is shrouded in secrecy and misinformation of almost TEPCO proportions.
There are surfacing allegations of shady board meetings, hushed-up money-go-rounds, the misappropriation of grant money - that is public money!, intimidating behaviour by certain trustees, and secret deals being struck behind the ex-director's back.
And all this may be only the steam from the corium.
A fog of secrecy is drifting over the scene like the clouds leaving TEPCO's reactors at night. Someone should get in there and investigate. And they should do it NOW!
If I was a member (thankfully I'm not) I would call in the Fraud Squad.
Silkworms Ink is reporting developments.