Shall We Play a Game?
For this week’s In-form Poet, we’re going to be going in an unusual direction, in that there are a number of ways you can approach your poetry writing using this particular ‘form.’
Actually, form (singular) is a bit of a misnomer since, there are several different invented forms connected with the Oulipo style of poetry writing (oo-lee-poé; acronym for “Ouvroir de littérature potentielle,” meaning ‘workroom in a convent for potential literature’). So actually, it is more subgenre than any particular form, per se.
According to John Drury, in his book, The Poetry Dictionary, this was a, “…poetic movement founded in 1960 by a group of poets and mathematicians, led by Raymond Queneau.” He further explained how this group used games and numbers to work their poetry, with forms like the (eeeek!) Sestina, Cento, and the infamous Rhopalic Verse (you know, where each word has one more syllable than the last, hence the nickname ‘Snowball’).
Some other fun forms in this subgenre are:
Holorhyming – every syllable must rhyme. (Why cry, sly shy guy?)
Lipogram – text that eschews one or more letter. (Nixing the letter ‘e,’ for example.)
Permutational poem – verse in which the lines can be read in any order.
Tautogram – where each word begins with the same letter.
Antonymic translation – where antonyms are substituted for words in a text, thereby giving a sentence, paragraph, etc. an opposite-ish meaning.
Boolean poem – where you use ONLY the words which are common in TWO distinct poems to create a new poem.
Haikuization – where (ready for this one?!) a poet keeps the rhyming parts of a poem, but gets rid of the rest of it. Drury’s example here is:
Take the last stanza of Yeat’s ‘Sailing to Byzantium’ and turn it into this: “Never take/any natural thing./Make/enameling/awake./Sing/of Byzantium/to come.”
Perverb – a mixing of the first half of one proverb with the second half of another one.
One of Drury’s examples here is, “Still waters/starve a fever.” …and… “The Lord helps those who/gather no moss.”
S + 7 – a poem where a poet replaces each substantive noun in a text with the seventh noun after it – in the dictionary. The example given here is: Andrew Marvell’s “Had we but world enough, and time/This coyness, lady, were no crime” might become, “Had we but worry enough, and timeserver,/This crab laetrile, were no crinoline.” Obviously results may vary, depending on the dictionary you choose to use.
Palindrome – a phrase or sentence which reads the same way, front to back, or back to front.
Portmanteau word – a nonce word, per Lewis Carroll, which combines a part of one word with a part of another.
Spoonerism – accomplished by switching the initial sounds of words with nearby words. (Invented by the Reverend W.A. Spooner, 1844-1930.)
Your job, you brilliant In-form poets, is to use one or more of the above, and create your own Oulipo masterpiece. (Or several of them!)
Here’s a couple of examples by yours truly:
Double reversing Rhopalic Verse:
Nocturne for a Nighttime Sky
At
nighttime,
fantastic
constellations
magnificently
pandiculate,
fulfilling
stellar
dreams.
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Palindrome (and by the way, ‘aibohphobia’ means fear of palindromes!):
Aibohphobia
Ah no, is it?
Aibohphobia!
T’is I on? Ha!
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S + 7:
Souvenir from a Lost Love
Jack found a gold locket
in his rear blue jean pocket
when he went to the laundromat.
He opened the locket
and found quite a shock – it
belonged to his ex, Wretched Pat.
Jack thought he would walk it
to the pawn shop to hock it,
telegraphing to her, “Yo! Take that!”
Then, he said he’d just chalk it
up to life and not knock it
and then he sledge-hammered the darn thing flat.
Okay…that was the original poem I wrote (quite a while ago, actually.) Here’s the ‘new & improved’ version:
Sow Bug from a Lost Lower Case
Jack found a gold lockstep
in his rear blue jean podagra
when he went to the lavabo
He opened the lockstep
and found quite a shoemaker – it
belonged to his exaggeration, Wretched Pat.
Jack thought he would walk it
to the pay load to hock it,
telegraphing to her, “Yo! Take that!”
Then, he said he’d just chamberlain it
up to light and not knock it
and then he slight-of-handed the damn thing flat.
podagra – gout in the foot
lavabo – a large stone washbasin, also, ritual washing of hands
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So…think you can ‘play?’ Good. Ready…set…start poeming!
MARIE ELENA’S HOLORHYME
Oulipoo
Sue’s flue’s Lou’s new loo.
Pew.
Responses
RJ YOU ROCK THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!
Amen to that, and some of these subgenre variations rock my socks.
Ditto! I got a little dizzy reading the variables, then read you. Wowser, girl!!
You do rock! Thank you for bringing me smiles. 🙂
Thanks! BlushBlush!
In agreement!!
Thank you for the challenge, RJ!! 🙂
SOUL-LIFTING SIGHT (rhopalic verse)
As swallows navigate, circumscribing peregrinations,
my heartfelt gratitude accompanies felicitations.
copyright 2013, William Preston
Lovely…my soul is uplifted. 🙂
I see them. Thanks for the smile this morning!
A sight indeed. Beautifully worded, Bill!
TENDER, TERRIBLE TIME (tautogram)
Tip-toeing through the tulips,
the thumping tempo tempts temptation;
trysters try to temporize
their trip to terrific tribulation.
copyright 2013, William Preston
Oh dear… 😀
Indeed!
This one is great!! It makes sense, too…even better! 🙂
RJ, your examples are enlightening. Two are funny, as is your wont, but Nocturne for a Nighttime Skyis romantic and endearing. Marie, yours left she laughing; in fact, I still am.
It left ME laughing too. (Just realized that’s a pun too…. ah, well….)
😀 !
LEGAL REDRESS (holorhyme)
Sue Blue
blew through.
Who knew?
You rue;
you sue.
You, too?
copyright 20131, William Preston
I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to attempt one of these… You are incredible!
HA! Good one!
THE HAIRDRESSER’S ON VACATION (slanted perverb)
When the cat’s away
there’s the devil toupee.
copyright 2013, William Preston
*snicker*
*snort*
Ha!!
groan(love it)
Horror was my immediate reaction! I appreciate all the work you’ve put into this prompt, RJ, but this is form gone mad. I like games but prefer poetry!
That said, ME’s example is really witty.
My first reaction as well!
😀 Thanks Viv!
Tragic Holoruminations
(or Guess How Much I Saved You Shopping on Black Friday?)
Why cry?
I buy!
Wry guy.
I vie,
I lie,
I sigh,
my my.
mai tai
mai tai
mai tai
my pie
mai tai.
I fly
high sky.
Why try?
Eye spy
my lie nigh.
I die.
Bye bye.
Oh the horror! 😉 You’re too funny, Jane!
In the immortal words of the Great One, Jackie Gleason, har-de-har-har.
HAHAHA!
These are SO hard to write, aren’t they?
I love your title!! Nice one, Jane!
Thanks, all. Marie, they are hard to write. It’s not the rhyming but the one syllable rhyming that stymies.
Sound Advice for Perverbial Idiots
Fool me once/ three’s a crowd
Fool me twice/the harder they fall
If at first/ live and let live
Don’t count your chickens/ play ball
Better to be safe than/ get up with fleas
Never swap horses/ with water that is past.
An apple a day/ falls far from the tree.
When all is said and done/ nice guys finish last.
Give a man a fish/ and pass the ammunition
A rolling stone/ go with the flow
Absence makes the heart/ march on its stomach
Better be safe/than the devil you don’t know.
This cracks me up! You have definitely brightened my day…thank you!
This is wonderful: so many perverbions and they rhyme, too.
So much fun!! “An apple a day falls far from the tree” … grins …
Oh, wow. Jane, I really love what you chose to pair. Brilliant really! Thank you.
I agree – fun to read these.
Know That I’m Here (Sestina)
How are you holding up, my friend?
I can’t sleep for fear you’re crying
At this moment, lost and alone…
When those clouds gather above you,
Know that I’m still standing right here,
Right beside you…I’ll never leave;
Although someone close chose to leave,
And you feel betrayed by a…friend…
Know that I’m still standing right here,
You’re not forlorn in your crying,
I’m never going to leave you,
Please don’t imagine you’re alone!
While I live you won’t be alone,
No matter how many loves leave,
Forsake, betray, abandon you,
I’ll always, always call you friend;
And when you just can’t help crying,
Know that I’m still standing right here;
Know that I’m still standing right here,
Darling, you’ll never be alone:
When you cry, I’ll be there crying
Right beside you, and I won’t leave
Until I’ve comforted you, friend,
With His word, then I’ll stand by you
Still, and when grief comes to haunt you,
Know that I’m still standing right here:
I’ll be there to catch your tears, friend,
I’ll be there so you’re not alone,
I’ll be there and I’ll never leave,
I’ll be there when you are crying;
I’ll comfort you when you’re crying
By putting His blessing on you,
He’ll never forsake you or leave;
Know that I’m still standing right here
When you imagine you’re alone,
I’ll always, always call you friend…
Know that I’m still standing right here,
And I’ll never leave you alone
Crying…nor will your greater Friend.
© Copyright Erin Kay Hope
Written for my best friend, who’s going through a lot right now (also accounts for my miserable mood lately)…I know she feels the same about me…
I admire anyone who can pull off a sestina, but this is doubly impressive because written under some stress, as you note.
I echo this. A sestina takes me half-a-decade to write, give or take a few hours. 😉
(hugs)
You have a big ♥ my friend. She’s lucky to have such a great comforter in you and in Him.
Great! Thanks for all the info
An earlier attempt – my brain is too numb for a new one 🙂
Cats (Lipogram, no E)
A cat is a funny thing.
A tiny lion full of claw.
A small cub full of play.
But, don’t mix up
that cat is both
or an oath
will bolt from your lip
and you’ll pay in blood
for your slip.
Well done!!
So true and nicely done, Debi!!
Xcllnt!
Today’s Tantrum Tomorrow’s Tiger
Terrible tumbling
Toddler Tantrums
Too trying
Today…
Trying
To teach
Those tumbling
Theatrical tantrums
Thankfulness…
Too timid…
Today
The tables
Turn…
The tax
Terms triple…
Tomorrow’s
Truthfulness
Trumpets
The test…
Tomorrow
They taste
Tiger!
I love your title!! So much truth to it! We both chose the same form. 🙂
Trying indeed…daily here.
Thx, Much grace to you friend!
Thank you…I’ll need it! 🙂
This try treats the tongue.
[…] IN-FORM POET WITH RJ CLARKEN – OULIPO […]
Great challenge and examples Rj and Marie!
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I created a Palindromic Tautogram!
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Raucous Remedy
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Reality,
reasonable-
resourceful.
Reinvented,
rain’s ripe
roiling richly;
rationality’s relayed
rounded recipe,
rotund Relief
rations released.
Rapidly rolling
rallied reconvening ,
reuniting reservoirs-
river restarting.
Rainwater resumes
readied recycled
returned.
Returned-
readied recycled,
rainwater resumes;
river restarting
reuniting reservoirs,
rallied reconvening.
Rapidly rolling
rations released,
rotund relief.
Rounded recipe
rationality’s relayed,
roiling richly-
rain’s ripe,
reinvented.
Resourceful,
reasonable-
reality.
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Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013
Relief isn’t supposed to be in caps in the first half…just in case if you’re wondering. 😉
Oh, my, goodness…. that’s terrific Hannah.
I’m so glad you liked this, Debi!! Thank you!
Pardon me while I push my jaw up. This is spectacular.
Your comment has made my day!! Thank you for causing me to smile…such wonderful encouragement, Bill!
PAPA’S HANDS
My father’s hands
fluttered like bird wings
when he told stories
felt gentle around my shoulders
made me know without doubt he loved me
applauded life even in his pain
trembled in those final deathbed days
and when I look at these old photos
Papa is waving at the camera, as if death…
as if it never happened.
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as if it never happened… this is very sweet.
Amen to that.
Holorhyming
Where longhair bear flair
Beware
Ne’er there
Unfair
© 2013 Earl Parsons
Tautogram
Wednesday we walked
We walked wistfully
Wondering
What would we witness?
What would we watch?
What words would we whisper?
We walked
We wondered
We worried
Well……
We were warmly welcomed
Worries went walking
Wednesday was wonderful
© 2013 Earl Parsons
Excellent!
Double reversing Rhopalic Verse:
Persevere
I
Believe
Intentions
Unattended
Disappointedly
Communicate
Decisive
Failing
Plan
© 2013 Earl Parsons
Spoonerism
The Host of Gooberville
The Gooberville host was well known
It showed up on Nalloween Hight
It kared the sids
Made them crop their dandy
As they reamed and scran away
Koor little pids
They cost their landy
To the Gooberville host
© 2013 Earl Parsons
I loved saying this one out loud. Thanks.
THE KINDLY CURATE (Spoonerism)
Reverent Dimothy won an award
for heecing the wealthy and flelping the sick;
his prize was a soppy of Damocles’ cord:
he was prod as a precock and tinkled pick.
But Timothy, he was a fenerous gellow:
he offered to auction his chize for the prurch.
The auctioneer haised it up righ, with a bellow,
but the shord fell and sattered, leaving the lurch in the church.
copyright (if I dare) 2013, William Preston
Hmmm… a goof there: should be “poud as a precock” Shouldda let Spooner handle this.
WITHOUT EQUAL (no-“o” lipogram)
Nancy was always nurturing by nature:
sweet, albeit at times she was haughty.
When she’d been drinking, she gain much in stature:
Nancy was nice, albeit quite naughty.
copyright 2013, William Preston
Mixed Nutages
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come,
unless a hungry cat crouches in wait there. Just a rule of thumb.
The reverse side always has a reverse side,
which sounds a bit like the ol’ Jekyll & Hyde
The sea has an enormous thirst and an insatiable appetite.
So, please bear this in mind: the silent dog is the first to bite.
Beware of snap dragons. They dish the dirt.
They spread gossip like weeds: Antirrhinums blurt.
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Tattler (A Tautogram)
Telling terrible tales
tends to traumatize
the target.
Spot on!
Thanks, William!
Tautogram
Snowy Sunday
Silence sifts, savoring
snow’s softness,
slowing slate shadows.
Stillness sighs,
sounds snuggled, swaddled,
six sparrows
settle, singing shrilly,
signaling sunsets.
This is lovely; I didn’t even think of the forced construct.
Thanks, Bill.
Lipogram (no O)
Winter Chill
Freezing breezes squeeze
sneezes, wheezes, teeth-
chattering, knees clattering.
Damn, it’s c—nippy.
Not often that North Carolina feels like New York, eh?
It probably doesn’t, Bill, but we Southerners are climate wienies. We expect hot and sultry but cold? No, thanks. Keep warm, my friend.
GET THEE TO A PUNNERY (perverbial construction)
You can’t get blood out of a handbasket
nor pound sand nor go the whole hog,
so go to pot, Godfrey Daniel,
for crying out loud, go to the dogs.
copyright 2013, William Preston
HARVEY’S HUMMER HAVEN (tautogram piku)
Harmony:
here,
hummingbirds hum
copyright 2013, William Preston
Hindsight Always Has Two Ends
Hard work helps those who help themselves,
but if at first you don’t succeed, be careful –
if a job is worth doing, it is a joy forever,
but nothing succeeds like an old fool.
He who hesitates does no one any good, because
time and tide favor the brave.
The best laid schemes are better than a quick cure
and the age of miracles wasn’t built in a day,
but time is power
and faith in the future is a dangerous thing –
after all, tomorrow will happen
and the darkest hour will surely come to those who wait.
© Andra-Teodora Negroiu, 2013
Love this, from title to tail. Good work, Andra.
Bill
Phil, Jill
Bill will steal.
Bill will kill Phil.
Bill will grill veal meal.
Frill, skill, zeal—Jill will thrill.
Bill will kneel; he’ll seal real deal.
Jill will feel chill. She’ll feel real ill.
Bill will spill kill, till Jill will trill shrill.
Bill will deal till Jill will spill. Phil still nil.
Unrequited Love (A Holorhyming Oulipo)
Sue askew,
Sue blue,
Sue into Hugh…
Hugh into Lou.
Adieu Hugh!
Sue knew breakthrough
due to
you.
The Leaf (A Permutational Oulipo Poem)
dancing on the wind
the leaf falls
whispers pass our ears
as daylight closes down
slumber comes unheeded
Winston’s Woeful Wanderings (Tautogram Oulipo Poem)
Winston went walking,
wambling wassail wishes
waging war within
webwormed wasteland.
Warnings were well-fed
when wide weights
wobbled, waving windmills
where windy waters whisked
Winston wayward;
Where wriggling wet,
wee whelp warned Winston
woefully, wading wasted
was worrisomely wicked.
Wondering where wisdom
went wandering,
watching
weak-kneed Winston
wobble warbling with Watchman.
catechasm
I believe religious educators
underestimate incomprehensible
uncommunicativeness:
uncharacteristically
multiinterdisciplinary
interdenominationalism!