Tell-Us-A-Fib Friday

By Julie PH Last edited 111 months ago
Tell-Us-A-Fib Friday
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A

blog,

humbly

devoted

to all things London,

Londonist is – could you have guessed?

Meet the fib - no, not the kind you told at uni when submitting yet another late essay - but the poetic kind: a 6-line verse reminiscent, in its constriction of form, of the well-known haiku. Introduced to us by our good friends over at the London Word Festival, the fib takes its syllables from the Fibonacci sequence – each line's syllables being the sum of the preceding two lines, or, for those of us who still cower under the duvet whenever the word "maths" is mentioned, a 1-1-2-3-5-8 sequence of syllables.

Intrigued? Have a go below in the comments. We'll suggest "London landmarks" as a theme for the first round but will leave you to play quite fast and loose with that definition – whether you want to write a paean to one of the iconic buildings for which our city is known or you feel like waxing poetic about your local 24-hour Tesco.

Then, once you're feeling warmed up, head over to the Word Festival site to enter its Golden Fib competition for a chance to be fêted as a fib finalist during the March festival. We'll pass along our favourites as well.

Last Updated 21 November 2008

pennedinthemargins

Christ
Church -
Hawksmoor's
'towering
prick'. In Spitalfields
the apprentice trumps the master.

Lindsey

Respect is due.

Julie PH

Come on now, don't be shy...

If,
as
Will Self
said, the Eye
is God’s bike wheel, what
price to ride the double-decker?

(I have no idea what this means.)

SallyB2

I'm shy.
Oh, alright then.

John
Soane:
I spread
My stuff like
He spread his stuff yet
I'm all mess, he's all genius.

DeanN

Pall
Mall.
Neither
a friend nor
a shopper's delight.
Such an endearing deception.

pennedinthemargins

Tin
Can.
Sardines.
Mind the Gap.
Get the picture yet?
Sweaty bloke reading London Lite.

Lindsey

I
Spy
Crossrail
Slowly start
Bye Astoria!
Hello east west train travel fun.

halcyonday

This style is harder to write!

Oh!
Up -
we go
toward the
sky - and down again
to the ground on the London Eye!

M@

Song
For
London
Baker Street
Waterloo Sunset
I Don't Want to go to Chelsea

waterbaby

The
Tate
Modern.
Power plant
to chic gallery
I recharge in the Rothko room

NannyState

shop
drop
wander
Westfielder
one ring and you'll flee
back to your flat in Battersea

esotericbadger

Yes...
No.
That is -
I thought I
did, but now I see...
I obviously do not know.

esotericbadger

Yes...
No
That is
What I said
When I was asked if
I knew what I was walking past

esotericbadger

Bum. Those are the wrong way round. My bad.