I got that excited Christmas-morning shudder when I learned that Raymond Queneau’s “A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems” is online. Woo-hoo!
I was thinking of that in the first place after dwelling on all the Marys, Jameses, and Johns that Jesus knew. I wonder if you could just swap them around and, if so, what would happen?
Or if you could write a play where all of the characters shared the same name, so that each director would have to go through and assign lines to actors–as many or few as she liked? How many different plays could you come up with?
I wish I were disciplined enough to belong to Oulipo. I love the idea of a workshop of potential literature.