the sacred poetry of milton keynes

[woolymonkey]

I find this phrase from a student essay is pure poetry:

the seemingly number of endless roundabouts.

Doesn't that perfectly convey the feeling of befuddled alienation you get when driving round Milton Keynes?

Lots of them are writing about Milton Keynes because it's one of the examples of places that might be considered sacred. Yes, really. It has ley lines, and streets aligned on solstice sunrise/sunset. Really. (It's in the course materials, admitedly without the bits about Satan and Heathrow airport, but I thought you'd like to have those too.)

It's a pity the assignment is Religious Studies and not Creative Writing because I'd love to be able to reward him for that.

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[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should stop off and check out the sacredness. Since watching the course DVD with me, my kids want to stop off there and find the alignments, concrete stone circle, tree cathedral etc. There would be a replica Silbury Hill too, but the money ran out :(