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    A romantic challenge

    A romantic challenge.
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    Dear God, the very houses seem asleep;
    And all that mighty heart is lying still !
    The image seems normal to us now, through familiarity, but presenting the City, probably the largest artificial object he knew of, as an organic, living thing was radical, romantic thinking in Wordsworth’s time.
    The aim of the romantic poets was to reveal the charm and novelty of the prosaic and every day in new and different ways.
    The challenge is to awaken wonder and surprise and to create revelations which present something everyday in a new light.
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    I told you Ox,

    The one bar radiator, a modern miracle.

    Part of the sun came down from the sky
    In three great buildings placed by the sea
    There is, in a bunker of concrete and steel,
    Light you can’t look at, heat you can’t feel
    Driving a turbine with steam to make power
    That courses lines, strung between towers.

    In a squat in a city, in a room with no door,
    He put up a curtain and covered the floor
    By-passed the meter, found a one bar fire,
    Got close as he could to the glowing wire
    Marked with black where he lit his fags
    Or warmed up a spoon for a ten quid bag

    Not much more than a temporary camp
    In penetrating cold and insidious damp
    Where drizzle and fog must be held at bay
    By a single bar fire with a single bar ray.
    Part of the sun has come down from the sky
    And is giving the junkie a chance to get by.
    Last edited by Olly Buckle; March 28th, 2010 at 08:29 AM.

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    (Erm...the device that records the quantity of electricity consumed, and the unit of measurement that equals 39.37 inches, are spelled differently...unless of course you're Amurrican, in which case your wrong every which way)


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    Thankyou, spell check can't catch everything. I like that Aussie ethic, no comment on the morality of it, only the spelling.

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    Nice challenge, Olly! It's ironic that "to awaken wonder and surprise and to create revelations which present something new in an everyday light" was also the prime aim of the Russian Formalists, who viewed themselves as rallying against earlier Romanticism. There was really quite a lot of similarities with what they were trying to do.

    Geekiness aside, I love that you've written a poem about a one bar radiator.

    I'm feeling the urge to write about socks.

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    Wet woollen socks'd be better.

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    The more time spent with her,
    The more that I thirst.
    Her fragrance spells my doom,
    Once pretense has been burst.

    She's the salt of my earth
    Her taste makes my heart run
    Her kiss forbidden fruit,
    I can't have just one.

    She moves with crepetation
    Yet her sound is still sweet
    She's A visual beauty
    She looks good enough to eat.

    I savor each curve and ripple
    With a touch of my lips.
    She's not just all that,
    She's an actual bag of chips!

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    Lamp.




    Its light begins with the touch of fingers ,
    The bright electric glow fills your eyes,
    It kills the night time’s bloody, twisted smile.
    No surprise that there’s shivers down your spine,
    Jitters during bedtime, waltzing of heart;
    Shadows haunting your overcrowded mind.




    That's all i'v got for now. Not exactly an original take on lamp but was fun regardless

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    obi_have: I thought it was the revelation of the subject at the end that made your poem humorous and I tried writing one the other way round, maybe it is simply the subject has inherent humor.

    My bag of chips,
    Has sharp sweet sauce
    To bring colour to my lips,
    And salt, of course.

    I pluck forth a pair,
    Straight as new bamboo,
    Like legs dangling in the air,
    Luxury in twos.

    Or, hold them upward,
    “Victory will prove them liars.”
    And after, greasy paper’s good
    For lighting fires.
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