The Lichtenbergian Society

Repeating my first submission, from the comment within Dale’s post: Brine Spry Sigh Fear Oomph Sex Seeping Clocked Annoying Sane And my second one, which I’ve been holding back to work on a bit: Who flows, knows, phases, cuts through… sinks through. Stays. Settles. Soaks through… …new waves dies.

Honk Moo Squeak Roar Quack Hiss Bellow Bleat Neigh Chirp

Um Er Ah Wait Don’t Sex Sextet Oats None Damn

I four one can’t count and don’t amount two much

I have two so far, a kind of variation of the ounce dice trice in which I attempt a sentence. I die trying for fire sessions, living, late entheo- genesis. When do the sore love sex? Never. Wait— fine, then.

Here’s a warm-up kind of assignment for the new year.  Recently on NPR, Daniel Pinkwater was interviewed about a book that is part of The New York Review Children’s Collection: Ounce Dice Trice by Alastair Reid (drawings by Ben Shahn).  The book is a brief collection of odd words, giddy in its delight in usage [...]