September 24, 2006

Oulipo - an article from The Believer magazine

... Oulipo ... Oulipo ... Oulipo ... Oulipo ... Oulipo ... Cent mille milliards de poèmes.

  • Here's some of Ian Monk's work.
  • Hey, I wrote that sentence without using the letter U! Or B, C, D, G, J, L, P, Q, T, U, V, W, X, Z.
  • To say nothing of H and Y. Constrained writing is more diverting to do, it seems, than to read. And rather takes the excitement out of the thing, unless ye have a mad passion for word games and generally messing about with text. Which it would seem not many monkeys do. *eyes other monkeys pointedly*
  • Heh! So purty!
  • OUCH!! Please remove your pointed eyes from me sir!
  • Ach, now, BlueHorse, that's all my eye and Betty Martin. Because the eyes above aren't my eyes, those are Wolof's eyes....Aye, one and one is two and some things are too much.
  • The fella in the pics is Raymond Queneau.
  • Looks a bit like Ogden Nash in a couple of those shots.
  • something i read yesterday that put me in mind of this thread: Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. I reflected on the subject of my spare-time literary activities. One beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with. A good book may have three openings entirely dissimilar and inter-related only in the prescience of the author, or for that matter one hundred times as many endings. Flann O'Brien At Swim-Two-Birds opening paragraph
  • Grrr! Trying again: Heh! Ye score one point, roryk. But there's no telling how many I've lost!