I hereby claim:
- I am mdcclv on github.
- I am mdcclv (https://keybase.io/mdcclv) on keybase.
- I have a public key whose fingerprint is 3174 CA29 527B 184D FCB0 60F4 3B70 A537 21CB 23C2
To claim this, I am signing this object:
| The tall tree tune: | |
| The tree’s tasty treat, too tall to take. | |
| The takers thought to take that treat: | |
| they truly tried to tote that tastiness to their treehouse. Tragic. | |
| Taciturn, they turn to their turf; the treat tight to the tree today. | |
| They tried. |
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| Eighty characters is of course the most ideal length for lines of text or code. | |
| The poetess compares an unreachable apple to some other item: probably a bride. | |
| One cannot miss sweetbitter irony that the source poem itself is lost, unknown. | |
| It is fair to argue against fetishizing the fragmentariness of Sappho's corpus. | |
| For eons, it has been impossible to hear the work as it was intended: what now? | |
| The way we know that 105a is an epithalamium is by its meter, one for weddings. | |
| But is that relevant when the work is just a cited fragment, from a grammarian? | |
| Already the scraps that come to us have been repurposed from their poetic plan. | |
| A poet who survives only from her quotations in other works: as lost as can be. |
| To write with just the words that have one beat each is quite a trip. | |
| I had a friend some years ago who did it with an ode by the Spear bard: | |
| “let me not to the set up of two as one be a guy who would say ‘no, don’t do it’”, | |
| or some such like that. The drum of word word word word wordis strong: it lulls. | |
| And yet some words have long beats still, while some have short. | |
| So the beat of the text is never quite a click track: | |
| it still can change, be raw: draw out some words, | |
| yet flow some words so fast they’re three in one. | |
| The beat of what I’ve writ so far is not the best: it could use work. | |
| It comes close to a form whose pulse is like a song, but it falls short: it |
| Good morning all. This month I am committing to thirty days of writing within constraints, from prompts at | |
| https://github.com/ojahnn/NaNoLiPo2018 . Today, first day of this month which was ninth to old Romans, our | |
| prompt is to avoid using that fifth glyph from said Romans’ list of glyphs. | |
| Many oulipians start to abhor that fifth glyph, as it is so ubiquitous and oft hard to catch in composition. | |
| It is not actual animosity or horror: not a conviction that a glyph is malign. It is simply an outgrowth of | |
| constraint, as that which limits us turns into our focus. “Do not think of a big mammal with tusk and trunk” | |
| — what can you do but think of it? In a tribulation of your own mind’s landing on a notion to avoid, you must | |
| acquit your mind: must stay its ally! And thus you will indict that notion that it lands on. |
I hereby claim:
To claim this, I am signing this object:
| vr.addListMember({ | |
| 'session_id' => sid, | |
| 'list_member' => { | |
| 'list_id' => lid, | |
| 'member_data' => [ | |
| { | |
| 'name' => 'email_address', | |
| 'value' => '[email protected]' | |
| }, | |
| { |
| "Want You Gone", GLaDOS | |
| "No Children", The Mountain Goats | |
| "How Beautiful You Are", The Cure | |
| "No Guilt", The Waitresses | |
| "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right", Bob Dylan | |
| "Box Elder", Pavement | |
| "Wise Up", Aimee Mann | |
| "Untrustable/Pt. 2 (About Someone Else)" Built to Spill | |
| "Borderline", Madonna | |
| "Thorn in my Side", Eurythmics |