Here’s a more revealing version of yesterday’s story:
Boulevard Diner, ele_en-forty.
I down a hot cup of java.
It’s too quiet.
As a gun barrel whacks my noggin
I realize Dixie set me _p.
And here’s another story belonging to the same rarefied genre:
“Jefe–a burro I view like a pet–
vs. a burrow I dig.
I can tell my ass from a hole in the ground!”
Don Qu_xote eyed Sanc_o Panza: “I get it.”
Ninety-eight letters–the same ninety-eight letters–and two blanks. That’s right, they’re Scrabblegrams: they use all the letters and only the letters in Scrabble to tell a coherent if brief tale. Don Quixote was composed by Eric Chaikin, director of Word Wars, who must have felt smiled upon when it struck him that the names of the novel’s two main characters took care of the Q, the X, and the Z in one fell swoop. Boulevard Diner was written by Eric’s brother Andrew Chaikin, who maintains a website about all his many endeavors here.
Perhaps it’s not quite A Void, but it delights and impresses the hell out of me.