I got stuck in an anagram loop
Inspired by all my brilliant poet friends, I embarked upon a suite-of-poetry project which I have become buried beneath.
It all started with a few anagrams. Constrained to ten unique letters. I thought I would get a few clever phrases, maybe craft a nice sentence, or a flow from one big word to some increasingly smaller words.
It ended in researching rare igneous rock minerals, buying two whiteboards to work on, a folder and reams of note-pad paper. Typing, printing, cutting up into ticker-tape slivers, arranging, re-listing into groups, re-typing, re-whiteboarding ... it went on and on.
It all started with a few anagrams. Constrained to ten unique letters. I thought I would get a few clever phrases, maybe craft a nice sentence, or a flow from one big word to some increasingly smaller words.
It ended in researching rare igneous rock minerals, buying two whiteboards to work on, a folder and reams of note-pad paper. Typing, printing, cutting up into ticker-tape slivers, arranging, re-listing into groups, re-typing, re-whiteboarding ... it went on and on.
A post shared by Morgan Bell (@queenboxi) on Feb 27, 2018 at 11:59pm PST
Rambling rose. Scrambling prose. #wordgames #wordplay #arranging
A post shared by Morgan Bell (@queenboxi) on May 8, 2018 at 7:28am PDT
A post shared by Morgan Bell (@queenboxi) on May 21, 2018 at 10:51am PDT
The anagrams have taken over my life. I cannot escape the anagrams. #psychologicalhorror
A post shared by Morgan Bell (@queenboxi) on Jun 29, 2018 at 4:22am PDT
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