because it is pointless, and because it is my heart

My much beloved Reading the Signs made the mistake of suggesting something, which I immediately had to put to the test.

So, here goes for nothing. Please fill in the following questionnaire:

Does this picture depict the Madonna?

Yes       No      Maybe      I don't know/I would rather not say

Thank you for taking part in this survey. There are no prizes, apart the joy of partaking in the furthering of science.

Cutting up the Signs

(one I spotted today)

hurry up please it's time

write a line of something you would call poetry

I go to the stars to buy my petrol

I go to Tesco's to buy my dreams

I tried to see if it would still be a poem if the petrol remained

I go to Him to buy my petrol

Substituting one word

changes everything

Even standing alone it's good

Hurry up please it's time

write a line of something that was not poetry

 x mwah 

In the Beginning Was the Word:

An ode to a metre of my bookcase, and a thank you to my own personal divine being, the Lord of Words, the bringer of support and love and comfort and healing (amongst other things).

Nineteen eighty-four. A bright shiny morning. The Iliad:
In the land of heroes, Ulysses travels with Herodotus.

See the portable atheist, with a paperback bible (with apocrypha)
and the end of faith: this way for the gas, ladies and gentlemen.

The trouble with Islam today: rock’n’roll, the Lucifer effect,
the soccer war.
The making of Americans.
The Emperor, the Shah of Shahs.

These are letters from the Earth,
these are selected poems, selected poems,
these are the complete sonnets and poems,
this is a sorrow beyond dreams,
this is life, a user’s manual,
this is the unknown story.

Another day of life. Women as lovers:
perfume.
Lust.
Greed.

Stick out your tongue.
Better never to have been.
Play Captain Corelli’s mandolin.