yours truly @ngnr@oulipo.social

(this is so good!)
(top bits, imo: "cold flats floating across tops of jazz"; "hallucinating Arkansas and light among scholars of war"; "blind of cloud and lightning in mind")

“Sing, sir? Do I sing? Oh, I’m

oh no all this oulipo is making words look magical again and slowing parsing to a crawl...

walt whitman waits unwillingly whilst whit stillman, wishy-washy, walks with a limp

@smaragd_dv Bring us out to that ball sport
Bring us out to big crowds
Buy lots of tasty and salty snacks
It’s ok to stay and not to go back
But to root, root, root for our locals
Don’t pick a bat that’s too short
For it’s whiff, whiff, whiff and struck out
At that old ball sport

@smaragd_dv

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Twosday, Odinsday, Happy Days,
Thorsday, Friday, Happy Days,
Saturday, what a day,
Rockin all days with you.

I will say that writing this way allows you to fully grasp just how brilliant and whimsical Oulipian lit was, back in its day. I think tooting in anglais is hard, but can you fathom using Gallic vocabulary, as a famous Oulipian did in “La Disparition?” Try finding a pronom or infinitif (with conjugaison!) in français that works for your particular phrasing. Trop dur! 🇫🇷

buds burst forth from frosty limbs

slowly, sun consuming our nights,

spring drags its sluggish ass onto our climatic rostrum

finally

and so oulipo, sluggish, lifts its soggy brain from a morass and, struggling, starts again

finally, a bit of organizing for our only political program worth supporting: full-automation luxury gay spatial communism! (via birdspot at https://twitter.com/OrlDSA_Spanish/status/955171062781759490) https://oulipo.social/media/FH1Sko6SRbAsHF3K-50

rain!
in straw sandals
dancing