Does anyone have an inkling as to what might
result from distilling the essences of OuLiPo's
instigators into anagrams of their names placed
on the rears of doggerel distichs? Nonsense sensai
Ulysses Poe imagines he does.
To: tou, ununruly OuLiPo!
Hommage à you, from Uly Poe.
Noël
Arnaud
bawls, “Bloody hell!
We'd all soon drown
around an El.”
Jacques Bens
(though friends may disagree)
has voted been
has voted been
“Jass Queen (BC).”
OuLiPo! OuLiPo!
A, E, I, O, ULiPo!
Claude
Berge
(a man best known as “Bud”)
pens tomes which graph his
pens tomes which graph his
large bee cud.
Jacques
Duchateau:
dead, nu…?
J’s
cue qua Death...? A “**c***u!”
OuLiPo! OuLiPo!
What...? Why...? When...? Where...? WhoLiPo!
Emmanuel
Peillet,
with zeal,
express’d
it: “I meant
pull me eel.”
François
Le Lionnais
agrees: “Blows no stiff breeze to roil
my
new abecedarial
nonsensical airfoil.”
OuLiPo! OuLiPo!
Ten, eight, six, four, twoLiPo!
Jean
Lescure
each broomer girl
esteems.
Just hear him:
“See Jane curl!”
ya ring steel pan,
ya sing wid’ ban.’
ya sing wid’ ban.’
Queer...? Nya! Oud man.
OuLiPo! OuLiPo!
(As such, they're much like you, Li Po.)
Jean
Queval,
who must be seen
to be believ’d:
to be believ’d:
J, Lava Queen.
claims it isn’t his fault:
sans searching, he finds,
sans searching, he finds,
amid birch trees…malt.
You be but what you doLiPo!
Yours very truly,
Uly Poe.
