'I Got a Girl' was a song by Tripping Daisy, the lead was Tim DeLaughter who went on to form the Polyphonic Spree.

Fine, but where's the rest of it? I feel strangely unsatisfied.

Have you been watching Cavanagh QC?

Is this about Daniel, who went into the lion's cage but lived?

Very nice indeed. I've just left Swansea, rainiest city in the UK.

I would reply to you in Welsh, but I'm not really good enough to discuss poetry yet (I've been learning for about three years).

Dylan Thomas, even though he attended a famous surrealist convention in London with a teapot full of string offering to pour people a cuppa, always strongly maintained he was not a surrealist, because that involved using images from the subconscious directly without mediating them. He argued that, while he was happy to use such imagery, he had to artistically arrange them and make them fit his own poetic vision - he could not abide the sense of randomness inherent in true surrealism. And basically what you've done is to fall into the trap of bad surrealism, which is just to stick a load of images together without any thought for anything much.

Sorry, this is pretty bad, and nicking bits from Dylan Thomas generally isn't a good plan. That's why Thomas, through being a genius, held Welsh poetry back for about thirty years.

This one actually has some interesting writing, though your last line is entirely superfluous.

The cheap comment would be to say that I wonder if you were you thinking when you wrote this poem.

The pretentious comment would be wonder whether the notion of something 'actually' right implies a belief in an objective and unchanging moral system and so the piece is effectively a piece of neo-Kantian thought and so an attack on the relativism of post-structuralist discourse.

The kind comment would be to say that it is an interesting idea but really requires further work.

The honest would be that this isn't a bad poem as such, it's just rather simplisitc, doesn't really seem to do anything, and leaves me cold.

Take your pick.

What a Blast! (Sorry, that's a dreadful joke).

From comment to poem, you truly span the genres. I'm not sure if Vorticism is technically an offshoot of imagism (wasn't it linked more to the Italian Futurists?) but I'd have to go away and read some books to find out.

Good up unto the final lines, which regrettably gives in to cliche.

And what is a yearling? I'm guessing some kind of a deer about to be shot?

Aren't Sick of It All a rubbish metal band or something?
And this a disappointing effort.

I hate postmodernism, it's become impossible to tell when something is cleverly ironic and deconstructive or just shit. On this one I'm going for the latter.

This is nice, I guess. Though you're wrong about clipless pedals, they are a fantastic invention.

Hello there Luke, my old nemesis, back with a transparently racist and unpleasant poem. Unless it is actually a subtle piece of satire aimed at the current unfathomable media obsession with Muslim women wearing veils.

Laughable.

I like this, although it's a little clumsy. It reminds me of the poems about insomnia I have written.

Yep, misogyny is hilarious, isn't it?

Is this supposed to be funny or clever? And you actually went to the trouble of writing it? This I guess is effective as pretty makes me despair of the whole human race, and suggests that if we were all wiped out in a nuclear holocaust it wouldn't actually matter; in fact, it would be a good thing because this poem and its shitty pseudo-post-modern 'ooh look at me I know some dirty words' stunted aesthetics would be destroyed for ever.

This is actually rather lovely. I see that you too are enjoying the great British summer. The irony of using the word 'flood' to refer to the sun rather than the water is nicely done.