A good game is mixing and matching song lyrics. You gotta sing ‘em though. Like: “This is major Tom to ground control/you’re a rocket man!” etc. More fun is Billy Joel: “Play us a song, you’re the piano man/but you’re always a woman to me.” I reckon you could write whole poems this way. It’s like genetic engineering. Here’s the bastard offspring of David Bowie and Strapping Young Lad:

c’mon little kiddies
you know major tom’s a junkie
hey, you failed like god in me
have i got a treat for you.
i’ve never done good things
I’ve never done bad things
at first it tastes all yummy,
then you start to turn blue

come on, and ask you mommy
want an axe to break the ice
your pennies are in hand

you can tell me, who’s your filler now?
all i am, helped me, i’m the filler
you know major tom’s a junkie
strung out in heaven’s heights
hitting an all time low

Once you’ve got your flashy postmodern poetry all lined up you can find a place for it at The Writer’s Directory of Short Fiction and Poetry Publications.

Here’s another Quicktime Virtual Reality movie for you to gander. It was taken on the 17th of July 2006. A little way up from the village of Luxborough on exmoor.

Luxborough, Somerset.

394 KB - Luxborough Quicktime VR

This was a nice youTube of SYL, but now you’ll have to buy the DVD called For Those Aboot to Rock.

It’s a very good live video (dvd) although the guitars are a little quiet for my liking. If you want to hear more live Strapping Young Lad, I also recommend the live CD - No Sleep ‘Till Bedtime.