Category Archives: A E I O U – WRITING INSPIRED BY THE OULIPO WRITERS

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Ethel wakes earlier than I do. Her tiny miaows creep into my dreams, the noise teases me into wakefullness

I stir, stretch, yawn as the day begins. Kitten continues to scream, i think of ignoring her, but shame prods me, so, i stand slowly , gather the kitten, we descend the stairs, both thinking of what we can eat to kickstart the morning.

In the kitchen, she is deafening, fierce, strident. I fail in preparing breakfast speedily, efficiently. Her shriek starts nagging me.She is a tiny feline harpy.

I search, hopelessly for the tin opener , try and find a pristine bowl in the teetering stained pile of still dirty dishes, stacked in the overflowing sink.

Grab a fork, pierce deeply, fork the correct serving and carefully and promptly serve the kitten her breakfast.

She looks away, little interest in me, face deep in the dish.

Silence.

Then it is the dogs’ time, he is silent, never barks but , still and insistent insistent, eyes catching mine, he believes that breakfast, his right, will arrive promptly, served in his bowl.

The kitten finishes hers , miaows, she stares, interested,, realizes the canine, her enemy,still has his meal, she sneaks, creeps , in predator style , nearer and nearer and reaches his dish. His defensive snarl means nothing,can be written as little matter.
She eats, face in his breakfast.

Bark!

Kitten leaps, i let the kettle fall, dog stands, head down , expecting bad things.

Sixty seconds when time stands frozen and we are all still, petrified.

Then we begin the cycle again.

Kitten sneaks,canine snarls, I start.

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Ethel wakes earlier than the sun.Her tiny meep creeps inside my dreams, pushes me against wakefullness

I sit up, stretch, my mouth gapes in daylight rites. Kitten continues to scream, i think ignoring her, but guilt pushes me upwards, so, i stand slowly , pick up the kitten, we descent the stairs, both thinking what we can eat .

In the kitchen, she is deafening, brutal, strident. I fail in preparing breakfast quickly enough, her shriek starts nagging me. A tiny furry bully.

I fumble, grab the device which frees the meal , try and find the pristine dish in the teetering grubby washing up basin.

Grab a fork, plunge it deep, piercing the heaped meat,, carefully and quickly serve the kitten her breakfast.

She turns away, little interest in me, face deep in the dish.

Silence.

Then it is the canines’ turn, he is quiet, never fusses but , quietly insistent, eyes catch mine, he believes that breakfast, his due, will arrive in a dish.

The kitten finishes hers up, spluttering, she stares, interested,, realizes the canine, her enemy,still has his medal, she sneaks, creeps , in hunter style , nearer and nearer and reaches his dish. His defensive snarl means little,can be written as little matter.
She eats, face in his breakfast.

WUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Kitten jumps, i let the kettle fall, dog still, expecting punishment.

A minute when time stands still and we are all still, petrified.

Then we begin the cycle again.

Kitten sneaks,canine snarls, I jump.

The day begins.

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Ethel woke before the sun rose. A squeaky meep penetrates my sleep filled head, becoming the element that pushes me towards  wakefullness.

Huge stretch up, , my mouth opens a, yawn. The cat shouts, her eagerness to start the day. Wonder about whether to reject her need , but her screams of hunger  get the better of me, so, move slowly , scoop up the kitten, together we go down, both focused on food.

The  kitchen, she seems  louder, more angry. But the food does not appear, stuff  does not move fast enough, her catty words  becomes a scold, a screech.

Fumble for the tool to open her breakfast, feel her focus on me.  Try to find a clean bowl in the heap of grubby crockery.

Pull out the fork, plunge deep a midst the meat , serve the bowl  up to her.

She loses any focus  on  me, nose plunged  deep, teeth chew at food.

Peace.

Then  the dogs’ turn, he, well-behaved, too gentlemanly to consider a bark or two,  but concentrated, eager,hungry, eyes locked on my face, sure  that food will come to those who deserve, those who are good dogs.

The cat has eaten every scrap on, but feels hungry , spluttering, face full,  she looks over towards the dog, engrossed amongst the regular joys of meat and bread , creeps towards the dog, the  food, moves closer to the  bowl, an angry  growl not heard, fool cat, she puts dogs’ breakfast all over her face.

WUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

A loud sound.

Cat  jumps, kettle drops, water splashes on floor, dog stops, head bowed, expects a slap, a shout.

Fora moment, no-body moves.

Then we start the cycle once more.

Cat  pounces, dog growls, human jumps.

Another day has started.


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My cat is up prior to sun up . Its’ tiny miaow adds to my snoozing vision and starts to push I into today

I sit up, yawn, a morning ritual. body tight and flops,  fills a a tiny bit of now. Cat stills shouts, I think about ignoring it, but guilt is strong within I. So, I stand up, slowly, scoop up cat and so, downstairs, both thinking about food.

By the sink, cat is loud, mouth pushing sound out. I  am too slow, cats’ miaow is cross now.

I look for a  tool for tins, try to find a tidy bowl a midst a mound of grubby crocks.

Find a fork, scoop into a tin of cat food, dish it up to cat

She stops giving any focus to I, all is on a dish

No sound

And now dogs’ turn, it is too civil to think about fussing, but looks into my ocularity, with total faith that food will occur today and all days.

Cats’ food is finito, she sums up a sound and looks with vigorous focus at dog, staring at  his bowl,now  instantly approaching it, ignoring his growl, a mouth quickly into his food.

WUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Cat jumps, i drop a tool for making warm drinks, dog stops, awaiting  a bolt from a sky

Fora spot of day, no-body stirs.

But  cat and dog  begin a ritual again

Cat  jumps, dog growls, I jump too

A morning begins.


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Ethel woke before the sun rose.  Her tiny voice enters my night-time visions, becoming the element which pushes me into consciousness.

I sit up, stretch, my mouth opens in morning rites. Kitten continues to shout, i consider ignoring her, but guilt gets the better of me, so, i move slowly , scoop up the kitten, together we go down, both focused on food.

In the kitchen, she is louder, more strident. I do not move quickly enough, her voice becomes scolding.

I fumble for the tin opener, try to find the pristine bowl in the pile of grubby crockery.

Pull out the fork, plunge it into the food, serve it up to her.

She loses interest in me, nose deep into the dish.

Silence.

Then it is the dogs’ turn, he is too polite to consider fussing, quietly insistent, eyes locked on mine, confident that food will come to him.

The kitten finishes hers up, spluttering, she looks in interest, notices the dog, his food, moves closer to his bowl, his defensive growl ignored, discounted, she puts her mouth directly into the bowl.

WUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Kitten jumps, i drop the kettle, dog stops, expecting punishment.

For the moment, no-body moves.

Then we begin the cycle once more.

Kitten pounces, dog growls, I jump.

The morning begins

 

 

 


A E I O U


I  have been reading/lightly studying the work of the OULIPO writers, primarily a group of French experimental writers interested in writing under a range of constrictions.

One of the best know works is Georges Perecs’ A VOID  – a novel written without using the letter E.

So, my own take on this – 5 short pieces, each one avoiding a single vowel and written in vowel order, so piece 1 will have no As, piece 2, no Es and so on…………………..

Beret on…………………..