Many years ago, in response to a bizarre announcement of the impending release of Michael Jackson's Robert Burns -inspired tunes (which as far as I know, has not yet come to fruition), the Guardian ran a suitably bizarre competition for its readers to turn Michael Jackson lyrics into poems after...
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In the black emptiness, two lines of blue text suddenly appear:
A short while ago in a galaxy
you're all familiar with . . . .
They linger for a while, long enough that the average viewer can...
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