Words at play

All right thinking people, I am sure have room in their hearts for the OuLiPo (the Ouvroir de Littérature Potentielle, or Workshop for Potential Literature).

One of the many gifts the OuLiPo has given the world is the beau présent, which is a poem that contains only the letters in the recipient’s name. Here's a haiku from mine, from me to me.

I was in a jail,
snow shone on a branch.
whoosh, here rejoins now.

It is only through the confining act of writing that the immensity of the nonwritten becomes legible, as the old song goes.

Back to Word with Friends now, but this time in Marcel Duchamp art project style.