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The refusal (PrimeNoPo version)

Posted on October 2, 2014 By adcitlali

Today at dVerse we are combining mathematics and poetry, as it is done in the OULIPO form (Ouvroir de Litterature Potentielle) introduced in 1960 by French mathematician Francois de Lionnais and writer Raymond Queneau. The OULIPO is a playful form in which one takes an existing poem an exchanges each of the poem’s nouns with the noun appearing seven nouns away in the dictionary.

I decided to invent my own form, the PrimeNoPo (Prime Noun Poem) in which one substitutes the prime nouns. In other words, each Nth noun in the poem (where N is a prime number) gets substituted by the noun appearing N nouns away of the original in the dictionary. Pronouns are not substituted and, as in the OULIPO, the substituted noun has to be a word with a different root, not a derivative of the original noun. Ahh! Nouns in the title are also counted.

I chose to try the PrimeNoPo form on my 2012 poem The refusal.… smiles … Here is the result:



The refusal

A ghost-fact against the silicate that keeps playing that song haunts me…
Is the musketry an effect of the vision? Or does the sop draw this ethereal face note by note?
I close my facility seeking quietness, darkness.
The song acts as a sniffle biting its own tail.
I break the silence with my voice: Aaaahh!
… No chapel …
I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.
I try to forget this colossal mentality, again.
The song refuses to end.


_____Adriana Citlali
II-X-MMXIV

 

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Comments (14)

  1. bleibalien says:
    October 2, 2014 at 10:00 pm

    Groovy! Loved- “I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.”

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      October 2, 2014 at 10:23 pm

      Thanks. This particular verse is the same as in the original poem –per the PrimeNoPo rules, there were no changes on this verse. I am glad you liked it though. I like it to… 🙂

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  2. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    October 2, 2014 at 10:18 pm

    How fun that you took the form and played with it even more. For me, this line ties it all together:
    “I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.” I hope you’re settling in to your new home.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      October 2, 2014 at 10:22 pm

      Thanks, Victoria. My new home received me very well. I still have lots of boxes to unpack but I am enjoying the process.

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  3. brian miller says:
    October 3, 2014 at 12:22 am

    ha. some really cool lines in this…draw this ethereal face note by note
    the song acting as a sniffle biting its own tail…lol…cool…i tried it out on a few old
    ones as well…and then decided to go new…the ghost line pops too…

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  4. Raivenne says:
    October 3, 2014 at 3:00 am

    I try to forget this colossal mentality, again.
    The song refuses to end.

    Even with the replaced words there’s an odd sense to this. At least to me. 🙂 Earworms themselves being ethereal remnants of songs which can haunt incessantly at times. This sounds like (pun uninteneded ), the worst earworm ever.

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  5. claudia says:
    October 3, 2014 at 3:23 am

    The song acts as a sniffle biting its own tail…that may be my fav line…it’s just interesting what effect the exchanging of a few words can make of a poem, right? smiles

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  6. Sumana Roy says:
    October 3, 2014 at 4:07 am

    an interesting poem…The song acts as a sniffle biting its own tail…love it..

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    October 3, 2014 at 4:13 am

    What an intriguing change.. Hmm could be done with Fibonacci numbers as well .. Definitely sniffle biting its own tail comes out extremely interesting.

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  8. rmp says:
    October 3, 2014 at 9:07 pm

    Very creative formula. I like how you not only use the prime number to select the noun to change, but also in identifying its replacement.

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  9. Gabriella says:
    October 4, 2014 at 1:38 am

    How cool that you invented your own Oulipo form, Adriana!

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  10. sapphoe says:
    October 7, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Spent yesterday curled up reading Perec’s Species of Spaces and today attended my first class on Oulipo – fascinating stuff. Love your poem!

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      October 8, 2014 at 10:54 pm

      Wow, I’m fascinated by the idea of a class on Oulipo. The form can create some unexpected images… In my mind, it has some of the deliberate randomness that the Dadas strived for.

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      1. sapphoe says:
        October 9, 2014 at 9:34 am

        Yes, it’s a real eye-opener for me. I wrongly assumed I would struggle to relate to Oulipian ideas when in fact what I’ve read so far has done nothing but inspire me!

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