Nokia and the Poetry Society asked me to take part in Project Curious which was about phones, text, poets and content. Being a Nokia nerd with my N95 I was bang up for it. So I sent out a text asking people to ‘ask me a question, any question, and I will answer it if I can’. The result was a day long texting frenzy where Blag Lady answered everything from ‘what is the meaning of life?’ to ‘what does my finger smell of?’. The answer is of course, Copydex. Anyway there were other even more weird and wonderful queries for me to address. And over the next week I’ll be sharing them here. However, I thought you might like to see the user-generated content in poem form.

Yours is the question I cannot answer

i)
I will not be in Poland.
I would like to be in Poland.
Are you in Poland?

ii)
What can a meeting of twenty-five people
for eight hours
achieve?

iii)
Why do you want to ask me a question?
I am collecting questions.
Any question?
There are no simple questions.

iv)
Does God exist?
Yes.
Do you have proof?
Yes.
How do you know?
I am afraid the answer is another meeting.

I only know that I must do this before I die.
I cannot go back to the time
when I could turn back time.
I am afraid -

v)
Should I bother with her or not?
You know what they say:
there is no smoke without fire.

vi)
Bother her until you get what you want
but if it is too much bother and not enough get
then don’t bother unless you are in it for the bother.

vii)
Why is red meat red and white meat white?
Shall I get a fringe?
Should I finish things with Bill?

viii)
Often I dream of seas:
vast, deep, slowly undulating water.
Usually at night but there is enough moonlight to see the horizon.
Water is all around – I am not afraid
but warm and comfortable.
What could it be?

ix)
A being’s, esp a person’s, animate existence
viewed as a possession
of which one is deprived by death.

x)
What is the best thing
that could happen to you this year?

xi)
Many thanks maybe next weekend.