A toilet wall in Florence

[thecloughywobble]

I saw this scrawled on a toilet wall in Florence so I thought I'd share it. I'm no expert, but it appears to have been written in terza rima, an interlocking three line rhyme scheme favoured by Dante (who was born in the city in the fourteenth century):

Gut Lord’s Inferno
(Roker Park Life)

Dodge past The Blandford where pound shops lurk,
looking across to where they flattened Vaux.
I’m marching when I should be hard at work.

Where the lads were cursing as they caulked,
their marras hewing coal beneath their feet,
there’s nothing now but wind and seabird squawks.

When blackness comes to drum its tribal beat,
with all its heart stopping cacophony,
pavement pizzas, dog shit, Doner meat,
faded signs with grocers’ apostrophe’s,
I peer through the green ribcage of the Wear,

to where they played Prokofiev symphonies,
see its radiant skeleton high above Wearmouth, hear
roaring echoes of Lazarus soaring
above dead yards and mines beneath the sea.

 

[RedFlag1308]

I saw this scrawled on a toilet wall in Florence so I thought I'd share it. I'm no expert, but it appears to have been written in terza rima, an interlocking three line rhyme scheme favoured by Dante (who was born in the city in the fourteenth century):

Gut Lord’s Inferno
(Roker Park Life)

Dodge past The Blandford where pound shops lurk,
looking across to where they flattened Vaux.
I’m marching when I should be hard at work.

Where the lads were cursing as they caulked,
their marras hewing coal beneath their feet,
there’s nothing now but wind and seabird squawks.

When blackness comes to drum its tribal beat,
with all its heart stopping cacophony,
pavement pizzas, dog shit, Doner meat,
faded signs with grocers’ apostrophe’s,
I peer through the green ribcage of the Wear,

to where they played Prokofiev symphonies,
see its radiant skeleton high above Wearmouth, hear
roaring echoes of Lazarus soaring
above dead yards and mines beneath the sea.

It's actually really good that. Cheers

 

[Hawayawayawayaway]

Beautiful.

 

[viccarlton]

I saw this scrawled on a toilet wall in Florence so I thought I'd share it. I'm no expert, but it appears to have been written in terza rima, an interlocking three line rhyme scheme favoured by Dante (who was born in the city in the fourteenth century):

Gut Lord’s Inferno
(Roker Park Life)

Dodge past The Blandford where pound shops lurk,
looking across to where they flattened Vaux.
I’m marching when I should be hard at work.

Where the lads were cursing as they caulked,
their marras hewing coal beneath their feet,
there’s nothing now but wind and seabird squawks.

When blackness comes to drum its tribal beat,
with all its heart stopping cacophony,
pavement pizzas, dog shit, Doner meat,
faded signs with grocers’ apostrophe’s,
I peer through the green ribcage of the Wear,

to where they played Prokofiev symphonies,
see its radiant skeleton high above Wearmouth, hear
roaring echoes of Lazarus soaring
above dead yards and mines beneath the sea.

Must have been constipated who ever had time to write that

 

[EchoMan]

Dead poetic that. Got a tear in me eye.

 

[Wakey ftm in Sussex]

I saw this scrawled on a toilet wall in Florence so I thought I'd share it. I'm no expert, but it appears to have been written in terza rima, an interlocking three line rhyme scheme favoured by Dante (who was born in the city in the fourteenth century):

Gut Lord’s Inferno
(Roker Park Life)

Dodge past The Blandford where pound shops lurk,
looking across to where they flattened Vaux.
I’m marching when I should be hard at work.

Where the lads were cursing as they caulked,
their marras hewing coal beneath their feet,
there’s nothing now but wind and seabird squawks.

When blackness comes to drum its tribal beat,
with all its heart stopping cacophony,
pavement pizzas, dog shit, Doner meat,
faded signs with grocers’ apostrophe’s,
I peer through the green ribcage of the Wear,

to where they played Prokofiev symphonies,
see its radiant skeleton high above Wearmouth, hear
roaring echoes of Lazarus soaring
above dead yards and mines beneath the sea.

Is this your past time like?

Hanging about netty’s looking at messages




tbh it’s very very good

 

[thecloughywobble]

Must have been constipated who ever had time to write that

Prollyz not Jack Chodwell then, Victor.

 

[10 Gary Rowells]

Whereabouts in Florence. I'll be there in the summer - not that I like to hang around in toilets.

 

[becs]

I saw this scrawled on a toilet wall in Florence so I thought I'd share it. I'm no expert, but it appears to have been written in terza rima, an interlocking three line rhyme scheme favoured by Dante (who was born in the city in the fourteenth century):

Gut Lord’s Inferno
(Roker Park Life)

Dodge past The Blandford where pound shops lurk,
looking across to where they flattened Vaux.
I’m marching when I should be hard at work.

Where the lads were cursing as they caulked,
their marras hewing coal beneath their feet,
there’s nothing now but wind and seabird squawks.

When blackness comes to drum its tribal beat,
with all its heart stopping cacophony,
pavement pizzas, dog shit, Doner meat,
faded signs with grocers’ apostrophe’s,
I peer through the green ribcage of the Wear,

to where they played Prokofiev symphonies,
see its radiant skeleton high above Wearmouth, hear
roaring echoes of Lazarus soaring
above dead yards and mines beneath the sea.

That's class - I enjoyed that

 

[thecloughywobble]

Is this your past time like?

Hanging about netty’s looking at messages




tbh it’s very very good

Aye, it's where I seem to find the highest quality writing. Perhaps in a previous life I was a Fulham supporter?!

Whereabouts in Florence. I'll be there in the summer - not that I like to hang around in toilets.

Can't remember now 10 GR: after a while all toilet walls begin to merge in the mind's eye.

 

[CollingwoodFTM]

Apostrophes is plural, not possessive.

But I liked that.

 

[Rick O Shea]

Not going to be easy to fit those lyrics to a catchy tune.

 

[thecloughywobble]

Apostrophes is plural, not possessive.

But I liked that.

I can't speak for the author but I read it as a joke: a play on words. Grocers' apostrophe's employing the very thing he was mocking, thereby mocking himself. Very Dante.

Not going to be easy to fit those lyrics to a catchy tune.

A challenge indeed Rick. The gauntlet has been laid down. Weel pick it up?

It could be re-scrawled on Mr Donald's mooted graffiti wall? Better yet, reconfigured in a Hallmark card, ha ha.

No, joking aside, the toilet wall is its true home. Best it stays there.

 

[SebastienELLISbexter]

Apostrophes is plural, not possessive.

But I liked that.

It was obviously on purpose. Highlighting the mistakes.

 

[Brainman]

Best thread title today.

 

[Confucius]

This place is like a Dan Brown novel, sometimes

 

[CollingwoodFTM]

I can't speak for the author but I read it as a joke: a play on words. Grocers' apostrophe's employing the very thing he was mocking, thereby mocking himself. Very Dante.


A challenge indeed Rick. The gauntlet has been laid down. Weel pick it up?

It could be re-scrawled on Mr Donald's mooted graffiti wall? Better yet, reconfigured in a Hallmark card, ha ha.

No, joking aside, the toilet wall is its true home. Best it stays there.

too writes don't make a wrong I'm afraid.

 

[thecloughywobble]

It was obviously on purpose. Highlighting the mistakes.

That was my thinking too.

too writes don't make a wrong I'm afraid.

Sum thymes Thai doux!

 

[Wakey ftm in Sussex]

This place is like a Dan Brown novel, sometimes

That’s a lot better than a Byker hovel

 

[Confucius]

That’s a lot better than a Byker hovel

Only because i keep going back to a Dan Brown novel.