I recently was shown the art of OULIPO which is short for the French phrase: Ouvroir de littérature potentielle; roughly translated: “workshop of potential literature”. What does this mean? It’s basically a form of writing using various forms of constraint, and it is encouraged for the writer to have fun. Here are a few examples of ones the OULIPO that I decided to try my hand at, but keep in mind that there are many different types of OULIPO (the type of OULIPO is underlined):
Anaconda brushes carefully, discretely, even fluidly, gaining horrifically intense jubilation, knowing, lingering, moving noiselessly, only practicing quiet recluse so to uncoil viciously, wounding xenophobic young zebra.
“IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”-Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
“It is a verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like, in every instance or place without exception perceived or understood as fact or truth; apprehended clearly and with certainty, that a solitary, sole or lone adult male person pertaining to the species homo sapiens in actual holding or occupancy, either with or without rights of ownership of a satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree,position in life as determined by wealth must be in need, craving, wishing, demanding, or desiring , of a married woman.”
Sonnet—To SciencebyEdgar Allan Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
Sonet—To Science by Edgar Allen Poe
With thy peering eyes.
Upon the poet’s heart,
Deem thee wise?
In his wandering,
In the bejeweled skies
With an undaunted wing?
From her car,
From the wood,
In some happier star?
From her flood,
And from me,
Beneath the tamarind tree.