corona corona
corona corona
corona corona
corona corona
corona corona
corona corona
corona corona
corona coro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro nacoro
nacoro naco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco ronaco
ronaco rona
(repeat from the beginning ad libitum)
In dealing with Coronavirus we are confronted with a
lot of rules and constraints: Washing hands with regularity and at least for 20
to 30 seconds. Maintaining a minimum of 2 metres (6,5 feet) distance between oneself
and anyone who is coughing or sneezing. Sneezing/coughing inside
the elbow or tissue, then disposing of the used tissue immediately. Not touching eyes, nose and mouth. No handshaking. And so on. As a result we can either be stressed out by this
situation (inadvisable) or (highly recommended) use restrictions as a means
of triggering ideas and inspiration ‒ just like a group of French-speaking
writers called “Oulipo” has shown us how to do for meanwhile 60 years.
Carrying on this
tradition, Ariston Baton (our friend from the Equipe Nadaphysique), wrote the above-noted repetitive
poem we can easily recite while washing our hands or during any other regulated
activity
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