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Tuesday 31 December 2002 |
The Recueillement thing I did reminded r@d@r (at ex-lion tamer) of a poetry class exercise. I do remember something like that in the Behn and Twitchell book, but what I was doing was more along the lines of N’heures Souris Rîmes—accents later/read with an outrageous French accent—and, more pretentiously, the Oulipo. This is an Ormonde de Kay obituary. My copy of the slim tome was purchased when I was in New Brunswick’s Rutgers from a Pyramid that had an excess of copies.
What I was really after, though, was trying to reclaim the sound of the piece, which, with my decaying grasp of French, was being lost in half-formed thoughts of, “this word is probably...this word looks like....”
11:40:38 PM 
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