Books, Books, Books!
I think this is how Bowie wrote his lyrics, on strips of paper.
libraryland:

easilydistracted:infinitebutterflies:booktumbling:librarianpirate:nerdgasms:dailymeh:Hundred Thousand Billion Poems, by Raymond Queneau, reminds me of Borges’s Library of Babel: [Hundred Thousand Billion Poems] is a set of ten sonnets. They are printed on card with each line on a separated strip, like a heads-bodies-and-legs book. As all ten sonnets have not just the same rhyme scheme but the same rhyme sounds, any lines from a sonnet can be combined with any from the nine others, so that there are 1014 (= 100,000,000,000,000) different poems.
Potential literature indeed.
What a great idea. If by any chance this was available from the NYPL (I’m assuming it’s far too delicate for a lending library) I’d check it out, despite my ambivalence to poetry.

I think this is how Bowie wrote his lyrics, on strips of paper.

libraryland:

easilydistracted:infinitebutterflies:booktumbling:librarianpirate:nerdgasms:dailymeh:Hundred Thousand Billion Poems, by Raymond Queneau, reminds me of Borges’s Library of Babel: [Hundred Thousand Billion Poems] is a set of ten sonnets. They are printed on card with each line on a separated strip, like a heads-bodies-and-legs book. As all ten sonnets have not just the same rhyme scheme but the same rhyme sounds, any lines from a sonnet can be combined with any from the nine others, so that there are 1014 (= 100,000,000,000,000) different poems.

Potential literature indeed.

What a great idea. If by any chance this was available from the NYPL (I’m assuming it’s far too delicate for a lending library) I’d check it out, despite my ambivalence to poetry.