Artigos

beau présent: ricardo acevedo esplugas

‘cause @LadyFii I create a Twitter account.
She find that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post/tweet, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The sixth (13.08.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Ricardo Acevedo Esplugas.

I drop a paella
on a glacier gap.

I issue an adagio. Adieu paella!
I load an opera. Adieu paella!
I arouse a gospel. Adieu paella!
I rise an ode. Adieu paella!

I drop tears. I rain tears. Gracious tears!
I caged in a glass iced tears.

A lose-lose-lose-lose rude orc parodied all.
So I used acid. Epic despair.

A rice cup, oil, garlic, spices, a crisp orc: a paella!
I eat an orc paella – I sing a song!

beau présent: sissy pantelis

‘cause @LadyFii I create a Twitter account.
She find that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post/tweet, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The fifth (11.08.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Sissy Pantelis.

I lay in a petals satin sea,
listen a pianist play a senility tale.

A tale easily paint in sepia:
an ape steals a siesta – a patsy sin.
an ape eats a planet – a nasty sin.
an ape snipes a saint – a saintly sin.
an ape slaps….

I spit in style: silent pitiless… pianist!
I say in style: eat salty pastels … pianist!
I slap in style: pay… pianist!

I spy in a petals satin sea,
an alien ape in a plane spin in style.

beau présent: nina vangerow

‘cause @LadyFii I create a Twitter account.
She find that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post/tweet, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The fourth (10.08.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Nina Vangerow.

An organ groan a warning.
I ignore.
A raven wing a warning.
I ignore.
A near river wave a warning.
I ear… I ignore.
Again. Again. I ignore; wrong!

A ravage ravine I gain. In gore I gone.
I now own a grave; a not warn one; a grin, a noir one.
I now reign over a growing inner rage.

beau présent: fiona duffin

@LadyFii discovered that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The third (09.08.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Fiona Duffin.

A noun
found a Don.
And…
oui, a no naif noun, a oaf Don in a inn a union do.
A noun found fun. No an uno fun; a duo fun!

Noun… off!
Fou donna… in!

Fini.

beau présent: ian towey

@LadyFii discovered that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The second (08.08.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Ian Towey.

To town I went
to win one yeti toy.
A wet yoni toy I won.

Wot a toy I won Ian Towey!

beau présent: jason e. rolfe

@LadyFii discovered that an anagram of my name is equal to: Oulipo Brat

So I will post, just for fun, some Oulipo stuffs.

The first (28.06.2014) is a Beau Présent that I made for Jason E. Rolfe.

One
safe
fool
or
a feral
senor
arose
a real
nose
on
a
sea
of soja!

chris harrendence

This painting by Chris Harrendence has led me to wrote this. I wrote this in January.

Come with me,
help me climb the hill to see the
reunification of the stars.
It’s so beautiful. I promise you.
See that spot? The magic has just begun.

All images copyright by Chris Harrendence

spring sein und werden: oulipo

Submeti alguns textos para o número da Primavera da Sein und Werden (Spring Sein und Werden).

The spring 2014 issue of Sein und Werden challenges all would-be contributors to apply at least one Oulipian style constraint to each submission. We want to see prose, poetry, and artwork that captures the essence of the Workshop for Potential Literature!

Sein und Werden

É com prazer que vi um dos meus trabalhos, “The Tower of Babel“, publicado na revista Sein und Werden com o tema OuLiPo.

A revista vai ter no verão uma edição em papel em que serão publicadas as minhas restantes contribuições.

autopsy to a poem: the compass of digestion by rhys hughes

Next item is an autopsy to a poem from the book “The Gloomy Seahorse” by Rhys Hughes.

Why does the poet ask me to go with him to Indonesia? He has no friends and that is why he needs me? Is he afraid to go alone? If he is afraid, is this a reflection of a childhood trauma? An unresolved Oedipus complex? I’m sorry, but I have to refuse. I do not like Indonesia in February and I get sick just from thinking about the Komodo Dragons.

Again the poet reveals that he values his dental hygiene. We must take a toothbrush, and bath salts! Clearly he’s an addict in personal hygiene which reveals an unresolved Oedipus complex. I could argue that even if I go to Indonesia I will only take the toothbrush, but never the bath salts. I like showering.

The poet reveals that we will not pass beyond Borneo!! If so, why ask me to go with him to Indonesia if he doesn’t have enough money for a full ticket? He reveals that he is a liar with this fake invitation. He tries to blame the toaster. We know that it is never the toaster’s guilt, but always the butler’s. This is an unresolved Oedipus complex.

rhys hughes the gladiator

rhys hughes and the jungle picnic!

He states that picnics with blueberry jam in the jungle are uncommon. This sentence shows a disturbing innocence mind, because we never do picnics in the jungle. This demonstrates that the poet did not go far away from home in his childhood. This reveals an unresolved Oedipus complex.

Then he says that we won’t get as far as Java? For the love of God he could decide once and for all. Why did he make a poem without the minimum knowledge of geography. This reveals an unsolved Oedipus complex. He even poses the hypothesis to swim in the sea, but only if the water isn’t cold – he lives in Swansea and he has problems with the cold?

Then I discovered that the poet is a voyeur. His neighbor Polo went shopping and did a good bargain, and that is the envy of our poet who covets his brown bread and jam.

With all this I end up not understanding the reference to Xanadu. The poet could be more specific. We’ll have breakfast in Xanadu or eat Xanadu? And if the latter hypothesis, is Xanadu the jam’s brand? The poet really needs a compass.

the gloomy seahorse by rhys hughes

Arrived today. It will be read in the comfort of the bed.

the gloomy seahorse

the gloomy seahorse

Mais novidades para breve.

the gloomy seahorse

he escape!

update (22.02.2014):
I don’t really like poetry. Put differently, I like poetry, but it needs to be visceral or else unusual. Point. Paragraph.

[…]

Read the poems of Rhys Hughes was quite amusing because I discover a new Rhys Hughes and I could compare his creative progress in each poem.

I suppose that for the poet gather in the same book poems that are temporally distant from each other by more than 10 years has been a complicated task because the Rhys Hughes of today certainly wouldn’t write some of the ancient poems, or doing it they would be written differently – I praise his courage.

“The Gloomy Seahorse” is a book time capsule: in it we have a new/old Rhys Hughes fighting among themselves.

“The Gloomy Seahorse” is a collection of poems that are worth reading because they are a poetic reflection of a master who plays with words and has the luxury of offering in each poem a different flavor.