I’ve been thinking about alliteration and sound. I once wrote something about Terry the terracotta pterodactyl. It looked odd on paper. But it sounded quite fun. Yesterday I was reading The End of the Poem, by Agamben. It made me think about how sound dictates meaning, and whether images can do the same thing. Where the rhythm pauses in a poem isn’t necessarily where the sense or meaning of the poem pauses – this may continue across the break of the line. (Enjambment). Does an image have a rhythm too – and if so, is it tied to sense?
Then my friend gave me this…
It reminded me of something I wrote a few years ago, when I tried to make a story using only the words under the letter H in the dictionary.
It was a terrible story.
This, however, is rather wonderful.