Poetry can never be too concrete but it can be too abstract

Discuss

Can you have an abstract meal in any meaningful sense?

Please write 5,000 words now.

If mathematics is a game what are the rules. Why or why not is this related to Wittgenstein’s ladder

You can write on both sides of the paper at once if you like on otherwise just write on one side but make sure it’s the right side or you will fail immediately with no appeal. We are not talking about sex here but what are we talking about?

Why are the older colleges in Oxford more beautiful than the  newer ones?

What did Plato think about beauty?

That’s all one question so take plenty of paper. No you do not need to go to the toilet before you start. We have got some paper here free.

We can’t even give it away now. Wanting a heated toilet seat? Just set our paper on the fire and it will do the trick.

I am just about damaging

It could be verse.

Never felt wetter

I told you to stop drinking the curtseying water

I’m running on.

I am just a bit shop and frown.

Who’s your appetite suing?

I could just eat Meg the Maiden.

I hope you are feeling much better today. May I examine you all over, Christian Barks?

Your complexion is very awry. I seem to be standing on your head tonight. Get up at once,you idiot.

Well get off my head then

Never eat rancid clutter.

Always eat scrimmage for breakfast.

Do you prefer tea or toffee?

Is that the time sinister?

Pasta with related/undated/ill-fated, gold plated cheese

Topside with green frieze.

Braised leaf with ginger.

Beef Queue  with cloves

Boiled spam with humblings

New ferret duped

Puddings

Apple jumble

Stewed bears with ginger.

Hot spiced beaches.

Tinned grapefruit with hammer: unscrew driver

Avocado pare and nail file . Scissors on bequest

Avocado with melonia delight

Rice pudding with cream angelic

Apple share out.

Soup of raspberry and glum

Sausage clarts with handsome

Roast hawk with few potatoes and ballad

Posted on November 11, 2017
The summer heat made cobblestones like stoves
The Coronation happened, I know now
We played with melted tar, industrial bairns.

My mother’s hands were black and much beloved
The coal and coke had tattooed her, we sa
The summer heat made cobbles hot as stoves.

In the road, we played our ancient games
The older children passed the knowledge down
We played with melted tar, industrial wains.

The bully boys were cruel , did not heed love
A little boy had tried to be a clown
In summer heat, they beat him on the stones.

We were silent as they flaunted power again;
But in our hearts, we knew we’d let him down
We threw warn melted tar, industrial wains

And in our phantasy, he was alone.
No-one knew who threw the vicious stone
The summer heat made cobbles feel like flames
We played with melted tar, Christ died again