Oulipost #14 Homoconsonantism

Pry We The Barbs

Ash knew axe, act white. It does so,
the pauses vary, richer crimes owe.

The many good aims, oily holes,
the oughts, the ail, the ill foes.

Ply we the barbs, what pries now
at fiery nests, tired crimes. Row

war ships, tow awe yes, try not
to do wrong. Fun dogs that ought

to end, upping the up to hate.
Hope those thin ice rails ate

the bane. Now other said tire,
toil at the ripe ruse, lags liar.

Lose the need to adore those
sad, sore mind. Our ache, so.

Reference: The power of pink: how having a daughter can make you re-evaluate femininity

Today’s Oulipost prompt from Found Poetry Review was to create a poem using homoconsonantism.

Choose a sentence or short passage from your newspaper to complete a homoconsonantism. In this form, the sequence of consonants in a source text is kept, while all its vowels are
replaced. For example:
ORIGINAL: To be or not to be: that is the question.
CONSONANTS ONLY: T b r n t t b t t s t h q s t n
FINAL PRODUCT: As burnt tibia: it heats the aqueous tone.

I used Douglas Luman’s handy magic tool over at The Ozark Oulipost to remove the vowels from my source text which made life a zillion times simpler.


Oulipost Round-Up #2

It’s Day 18 of the Found Poetry Review’s Oulipost challenge for National Poetry Month. How is it more than halfway over already? It seems like just yesterday that I scrolled through the Oulipost Playbook and wondered: “Sweet fancy Moses, what have I signed myself up for?”

Ouliposters keep knocking it out of the park. Some days it’s almost impossible to believe that the poem I’m reading has just been created that day.

This is a short list of some knock-out poems from the past week’s challenges. Again, there are far too many for me to list here but please keep on following the #oulipost hashtag on twitter and check out the daily updates over at Found Poetry Review.

Oulipost #17 Haikuisation
Hunger Problems by Mary Sexson
Untitled by Katy Acheson
Haiku by Kelly Nelson

Oulipost #16 Chimera
We Assist With Wounds by Rachel Gellman
Untitled by Massimo Soranzio
“If robot shut down too few hunt:” by E. Kristin Anderson

Oulipost #15 The Prisoner’s Constraint
Moon Omen by Nancy Chen Long
Almanac by Douglas Luman
one over by James W. Moore

Oulipost #14 Column Inches
Neil deGrasse Meets the Bassinet and the Drone by Kelly Jones
Four Poems by Matt Trease
Please Take Further Notice That by Aviva Cristy

Oulipost #13 Epithalamium
Palatial by Jenni B. Baker
Untitled by Eugenia Hepworth Petty
Be Ready by Jennifer Hamilton

Oulipost #12 Sonnet
Vital Ambitions by Winston Plowes
In Spirit by Martin Elwell
Delectations of Empire by Thomas Hintze

Oulipost #11 Univocalism
Get Your Marry Card! by Mildred Achoch
Eels in Red Berry Jelly by Misky
Secret by Sierra Ortega


Oulipost #17: Haikuisation

Why do we need all
these cops anyway? ‘We don’t’
is unthinkable.

That’s the way it is,
being paid to manage bears.
Pleasant place to live.

Police warn cutbacks
pose mortal threat to safety.
Ripple effects flow.

Housing is cheaper,
crime rates low. Turf wars the stuff
of Cochrane legend.

Those Toronto cops
on their handsome horses round
up rustled cattle.

Reference: Why crime is plunging but police costs are soaring

Today’s Oulipost prompt from Found Poetry Review was to create a haiku from our source newspaper.

The haiku is a Japanese poetic form whose most obvious feature is the division of its 17 syllables into lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. Haikuisation has sometimes been used by Oulipians to indicate the reduction of verses of normal length to lines of haiku-like brevity. Select three sentences from a single newspaper article
and “haiku” them.

I must confess, I hate haiku. Wait, let me explain! It isn’t the form itself I hate. Haiku are tremendously difficult to create, that ‘aha’ zen punch in the face the work is meant to evoke is a very tricky thing and I don’t think I have mastered it in the above pieces by any means. I do think I satisfied the syllable count, which brings me to why I hate haiku.

How many times have you, as a writer, heard the following: “Oh, I could never write a poem. I mean, I could write a haiku but that’s about it.” The haiku is the artist’s equivalent of “I could never draw a person. I mean, I could draw a stick man but that’s about it.” Haiku seems to be the only poetic form anyone remembers being taught in elementary school, and as a parent of a student and as someone who has taught elementary school kids I swear the reason most of us learned the form because it was the shortest possible lesson. Because of its strict, short syllable count, it’s a form that is easy to teach and easy for students to remember. The difficult part of the haiku, that metaphor leap that masters make, is glossed over in the lesson plan. I could live to be a thousand and probably never make that leap that Matsuo Basho spent much of his life exploring.

So I don’t truly hate haiku although it brings back terrible elementary school memories.

There’s a great guest post from Michael J. Rosen at Write All the Words!, (the fantastic blog of E. Kristin Anderson that you should absolutely be following) about haibun, a traditional poetic Japanese form that I had never heard of before now. You should read it!