{ Saturday, March 1, 2003 }
I undertake odd projects, investigations into Oulipian limitations or other outré inventions, plans, performances, purposes. I put into play lipogrammatic limitations, leaving umpteen other letters untouched. It is otiose pabulum, isn't it? Ugly pedantic patter, pedestrian, laughable, unlovely, unnatural, insipid palaver (unsurprisingly penned lacking our lexical internuncio, our OED pal.) Oy! Outcome: overwrought purple prose.
Poetasters, inkslingers -- please post other lipogrammatic passages. OK?
LINK | 2:51 PM | TB
Onerous undoable linguistic invitation passed over. Only, undeniable lark-filled inducements patiently outwait. Omniscient unknown leaders inveigh participant's overture. Obdurately upbraiding, lawyer-like, insisting possible outcome. Our using language is pure opera.
msg | March 1, 2003 5:14 PMOnomatopoetically one-upped by on-line oulippian blogadabouts (and like-minded lipogrammers), I only lipread onsite, out-played by ear, prose and note.
tim | March 2, 2003 1:15 AMOf understanding, let increase prevail overwhelmingly.
Poems List Possibility:
Incidents occur.
Undersea, on land, photons,
pearls of light, pulsate.
Previous post particularly pleasing!
Caterina | March 2, 2003 11:53 AMObeying utterly, literally, I present only offerings phrased in lipogrammatic usage. Obviously, outlandish utterances litter incessantly; please overlook obnoxious passages. Inspiration lurks under off-beat, Orphic utterings. Limiting inclusion poses odd obstacles, putting idiomatic literacy under observation.
Oulipo!
Felicity | March 2, 2003 8:24 PMObserved, Unordered Laments In Phnom Penh, Or:
Onward, upward? -- Language is
played out, practically opera
(over-dressed, under-attended).
Infectious, it plays us (pass it on).
Our uber-lament: inanition,pure outline (I, letters).
Our unrelenting loop: identity, pirate photocopy of ontology.
Our ugly limit: I pass on.
In love's opera, understudies play us impeccably. Portly, umber language
languishes, lumbers on interminably.
Offstage, unheard, lives phenomena.
Oh outcast, undercover lamb! Intercede.
Please.
What wierd words would we whisper were we without w's!!
--
Winters
Wind weaves, wailing, whining,
Weeping willow wakes,
Whipping wintry wasteland
With waving wooden wands.
Wraith walks, whispering, watching
Witnessing winter's wrath,
Waiting while we weaken
Within white watery wet.
Weary with wandering, waning, wasting,
We, wretched, wordless, witless, watch,
While wily wolves wait:
Winter's wicked witchcraft wins.
http://www.aomr.co.uk/1990page2.html
AJL | March 5, 2003 3:15 AMGreat article, though I have some points that I disagree
Magazine subscription | September 13, 2006 1:55 PM{ Post a comment }
Oh, undeniably lovely instance of prose oulipian!
Jim | March 1, 2003 3:51 PM