A poor excuse for a poet. Widely derided for use of obvious and poor imagery (see example), and for general all-round shitness.
(And she can't spell Vodafone).
Gillian Clarke can't be good. Listen to this poor excuse for poetry:
"The mouse curls in agony big as itself
and the star goes out in its eye."
Verb: to pontificate overly, often with extreme hyperbole, and faux-arrogance.
He laythed about Schenkerian theory, a subject about which he knew nothing.
Adjective: in an over-the-top way.
He laughed laythily.
According to wikipedia: the term anti-realism is used to describe any position involving either the denial of an objective reality of entities of a certain type or the denial that verification-transcendent statements about a type of entity are either true or false.
Therefore, it is a silly term that means nothing.
"Do you believe in anti-realism?"
"Yes, I deny that verification-transcendent statements about a type of entity are either true or false."
A cross between a typewriter and a dildo.
Eileen, stop fornicating that piano!
Bob, have you finished typing the piano yet?