The Lichtenbergian Society

Category: L.10.1

  • L.10.1 – Turff

    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.

  • Funt L.10.1

    Honk
    Moo
    Squeak
    Roar
    Quack
    Hiss
    Bellow
    Bleat
    Neigh
    Chirp

  • Assignment

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

  • Assignment (L.10.1–I think)

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

  • L.10.1: Ounce dice trice

    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.

  • L.10.1: Ounce Dice Trice

    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 and euphony.

    One of the sections, from which the book takes its title, is about counting to ten.  It gives a couple of alternatives to the boring old everyday “one two three”:

    OUNCE
    DICE
    TRICE
    QUARTZ
    QUINCE
    SAGO
    SERPENT
    OXYGEN
    NITROGEN
    DENIM

    or

    INSTANT
    DISTANT
    TRYST
    CATALYST
    QUEST
    SYCAMORE
    SOPHOMORE
    OCULIST
    NOVELIST
    DENTIST

    or

    ARCHERY
    BUTCHERY
    TREACHERY
    TAPROOM
    TOMB
    SERMON
    CINNAMON
    APRON
    NUNNERY
    DENSITY

    You get the idea.

    This led my brain back to Mason Williams’ poem, “How to count to from 1 to 10 in Spanish in English”:

    Who knows
    Those
    Waves
    What though
    Sea cold
    Said as they
    Sedately
    All chose
    New wave way
    Zeniths

    Which in turn led me back to “The Aeronaut to His Lady,” a sonnet by Frank Sidgwick which consists of one word per line:

    I
    Through
    Blue
    Sky
    Fly
    To
    You.
    Why?

    Sweet
    Love,
    Feet
    Move
    So
    Slow!

    So here’s the Assignment: write something inspired by these. Create your own list of counting words.  Write your own bilingual counting poem.  Write a sonnet with a bare minimum of words.  Or a combination of any or all of the above.

    Make them separate posts, and remember to tag yours with the L.10.1 tag.