After posting, on November 15, three stanzas by Darby Larson -- three of the more than six quadrillion stanzas that result from arrangements (permutations) of eighteen selected words -- I decided to try my own arranging. Here are two results.
noise is angry morning Arrangement 1
surely hung suppose beads
in windy eyes there's your what
wake-up and the sway
Showing posts with label arrangements. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arrangements. Show all posts
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Rearranging words . . .
If we count all possible arrangements of 18 words, the total number of these is 18! (18-factorial) and equal to 6,402,373,705,728,000 -- a collection of word-permutations that would be a burden, rather than a joy, to contemplate. (This previous posting offers some small lists of permutations for review.)
Poet Darby Larson boldly experiments in his verse and in a 2009 posting (found months ago at darbylarson.blogspot.com but no longer there) I found these three stanzas -- three of the more-than-six-quadrillion possible arrangements of a particular list of eighteen words.
Poet Darby Larson boldly experiments in his verse and in a 2009 posting (found months ago at darbylarson.blogspot.com but no longer there) I found these three stanzas -- three of the more-than-six-quadrillion possible arrangements of a particular list of eighteen words.
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Permutations and Centos
A Cento is a collage poem made of lines taken from other poems -- such as a sonnet composed of lines from fourteen of Millay's sonnets, or Shakespeare's -- or from newspaper articles or television advertisements or whatever. Here's a three-line sample from a Cento, "Patchwork," composed by Joanna Migdal to celebrate women poets.
I dwell in Possibility. (Emily Dickinson, #657)
Yes, for that most of all. (Denise Levertov, “The Secret”)
It’s four in the afternoon. Time still for a poem.
(Phyllis McGinley, “Public Journal”)
I dwell in Possibility. (Emily Dickinson, #657)
Yes, for that most of all. (Denise Levertov, “The Secret”)
It’s four in the afternoon. Time still for a poem.
(Phyllis McGinley, “Public Journal”)
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