There’s an interesting report in yesterday’s Guardian Review of a new book about word games and literary puzzles which certain authors have used to generate writing. Here’s a link to it – The Penguin Book of Oulipo – and reading this review was food for thought because of my curious preoccupation with ‘found’ words, those that appear whenever I click on https://randomwordgenerator.com
I never let a word go by without trying to use it. Of course the results can be patchy – some words trigger more ideas than others – but I always resist the temptation to skip through for ‘better’ words. Language is a currency which can, all too easily, become devalued.
It’s also a democracy – so here are three recent acrostic poems which I haven’t the heart to turn away from the door. Clerk, Twitch, True. Each little effusion is a poor thing but mine own …
crack open any word like an ancient egg and recover long lost meanings killed by thoughtless custom
triumph was finally within reach as I presented His Majesty with my pièce de résistance - the delicious dish that would introduce my hitherto criminally-ignored culinary genius to le beau monde after way too many years in potwashing obscurity - chacun à son goût, I chortled, just before the sudden bite of a horsefly made me dump my steaming-hot chef-d'oeuvre into the Royal Lap!
tell me what you really think unless you feel empowered by drink