I was randomly invited into a creative writing group in Manchester a few days ago. We did a few words games, were introduced to Ranga, and several of us wrote poems. Here's the poem I wrote (for which I was given the first two words of each line as a framework), along with a few interesting Q&A from the 'icebreaker':
The earth is our only home,
The earth is atomically fractalic.
The sea brings life and death,
The sea - relentless chaos.
The air flutters around us, yet
The air, our air, is polluted by them.
The stars are hidden from cities, so
The stars withdraw into nostalgic mystery.
The sun, in response, grows hotter year by year.
The sun - symbol of patriarchy, symbol of death.
The dreams, they die a scorched death,
The dreams, our dreams, are even now alive.
Wake up, sense this planet is your home.
Step up, step up, make your dreams live.
The following questions and answers were written separately as lists of each (some true, some untrue). They were then put together randomly, giving some rather interesting results. Some may require a little thought:
What is the experience of a cat?
Truth is a process within linguistic subjectivity.
Why does the universe favour the creation of diversity?
There is a colourful bus outside.
What doesn't ever evolve?
There are absolute truths that are relevant.
Will you leave the room please?
Theology is a process that must continue.
Furthermore, is there truth at all?
I breathe a lot more each day than a rock does.
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