10 Examples of Monovocalic Texts

The monovocalic texts are those that contain words made up of different consonants, but exclusively with a single vowel that appears repeated several times. For example: Ana, the meek, swims to the salty beach.

The sonority of monovocalic texts, caused by their reading aloud, generates an aesthetic effect. That's why these text types are usually used in Word games, in poetry and in short literary genres, such as the story. However, there is a novel in the French language entitled The Revenants, by the writer Georges Perec, published in 1972 that only uses the vowel AND, the most frequent letter in this language.

In Spanish, the most easily producible monovocalic texts are composed with words that have only the vowel A, since they are the most abundant in this language. Then follow the words with E and EITHER, and with greater difficulty the words with Yo Y OR.

Attention:Monovocalic texts should not be confused with tautograms, which are texts composed of words that share only the initial.

• See also: monovocalic words

Examples of monovocalic texts

1. Monovocalic text fragment from the story “Trafalgar” by Vital Aza Álvarez-Buylla.

Never will winged fame narrate such a mahadad naval battle, such vain deeds, such bitter faults! The Gallic army, badly commanded asaz, drags amalgamated to the fatal drama, the gay cane-grana, native sacred band. The anchors raised, the beloved roadstead sets sail gallantly, both armed at the same time. The false sea displayed, after quiet calm, deceitful cruelty. Unload each great boat; Now galana the salty flat campaign after the, for so many souls, fatal armed bands of granas. She scratched the morning. Already more clarified, the advanced watchtowers reach it after such a wide sea. Given the alarm, they cry out to so many saints for the flattered palm to reach, sagacious, each armed to Trafalgar called. At the same time they raise a great uproar, zambras, brave words, fuss...

1. Monovocalic text fragment of the story “Amar hasta failar” by Rubén Darío, included in stories and chronicles.

Plotted for the A 

Havana acclaimed Ana, the most graceful, most famous lady. She loved Ana Blas, a very thorough gallant, just as Chactas loved Atala. Long dawns passed for Ana, for Blas; but nothing was achieved. Marry tried; but they found the fairies miserly, to give pleasant progress to such a plan.

The square, called Armas, gave a home to the lady; Blas spoke it every morning; but the mother, called Marta Albar, was not enough. Such a mother would never try to marry off Ana until she found a great gallant, a tall house, a wide chest to garner long silver, to grab adahalas. Brave guts! But was such a cabal enough? Nothing ca! nothing is enough to chop the burning call!

Ana raised the bed when it got light; Blas de Ella found her already stopped on the way down. The stands silenced the fuss adapted to souls so burned. There, flattered face to face, they agreed to love Blas to Ana, Ana to Blas. Ah clear gusts lowered to the souls drawn to love! Gratas pass by to barricade them more, to nail the assegai to her soul. Nothing will be able to rip it out!

1. Fragment of the monovocalic text “Balada para Amanda Argañaraz”, by A. g. Corbella.

Amanda Argañaraz loved the campaign: she flung the blankets onto the soft bed as each orange dawn lightened.

She washed her face, went downstairs; to flatter her mother, she would sing strange ballads, after taking out the coarsest slices of apples, oranges, bananas, pomegranates to eat. She was wearing white espadrilles; She wore a twill robe, tights, a wide girdle, an alba tunic, a squid overcoat, and brown glasses. She took the meekest donkey away from the flock, tied her up, rode her, launched the chestnut pony to wander after the most remote cabins. But the lady never mistreated the donkey: Amanda loved the pony, so meek, so flat, so skinny.

Amanda walked the flat heathlands: she jumped the fences, the branches, the plants, she found pearly young girls, raised at dawn; she set traps to catch the bad rats; she released the cats stuck behind the boards; she launched the most vain laughter to cover the long gargles of the most chatty frogs; she extinguished the flames raised to astral peace, sheltered behind the ramadas.

Amanda was camping late in the morning. To calm her belly after the long walk, Amanda was eating such large roasted chestnuts, a delicacy capable of calming such great eagerness. To lower the chestnuts, grapa, cane at close range.

1. Monovocalic text fragment of the song “Efectos vocales”, by Nach.

Seeing decent people perish makes me shudder
Le Pen is the germ, the PP deserves thirteen
Whippers sell 3 CD's What do you think?
They think they are bosses of this Eden, fuck them, heretics
They must understand that defending me is wanting to lose
Do you intend to beat me in this set? I will be Federer
I started from the toilet, I buried the stress
In the present the reference is Everest, believe me
The axis is to have faith
Beings who want me to get sick, despair
They want me to crash, to stop this express train
They are afraid to see that this LP is the best seller of the month. See?
That the duty to entertain belongs to me
On duty ignite insane minds that blacken
Respect me, stop pouring pests
Terrestrial beings see that I rose among celestial entities
See me grow old, give in? Never
Men, put the reverb on it, let them pray emeces de Feber
I'm repelled by puny wimps
Hostages of the trembling decrease in front of this sheikh.

1. Monovocalic text of the poem "El este de la 'e'" by Darío Bejarano Paredes.

The East is the Eden of the present.
The East is the being of ether, the insane entity.
The East increases, the East decreases, the East is perennial from time to time.
The East is the seed of weak people with the complexion of a fish.
In the East, stress is feared.
This is a three month old baby.
In the East it is to have belongings.
In the East you are people of people!

1. Monovocalic text fragment of the poem “Miss Lilí” from the book Not all monologues are crazy: monovocalic poetry, stories and other things, by Ramon Rionda.

Miss Lilí without slip vi
My titil tilín and I lived click.
Gilí gave my bike, din and pichi.
I saw Miss Lilí hispir fifí.
My Lilí saw pretend civil, enroll yes.
Íncipit vi, difficult to live asshole.
I saw Miss Lilí live hee hee hee.
I registered inhibit and terminate civil.
I insisted Miss Lilí dimir my bike and din,
Miss Lilí influence hee, hee, hee.
Uncivil I saw direct litis and endless ring.
Bile and my hispir rhinitis
and bichin litis fini.
I directed my Mir, I insisted on living.
Miss Lilí affect my bike, neither din, nor pichi.
I saw sirimiri and directed a thousand gin,
I insisted live filipi and viir nihil.

1. Fragment of monovocalic text of the story "The crazy ones are another cosmos", from the book the cursed vowels, by Oscar de la Borbolla.

Otto placed the shocks. Rodolfo showed his eyes in horror: two red balloons, grim, with little phosphorus like flabby bags; he slumped his shoulders, sobbed: «No doctor, no… crazy no…» Sor Socorro rubbed him with iodine: «Make your elbows loose -he begged-, make them like me. We are not ogres. Sister Flor took the musty ocher cork popsicles; she with joy she verified the shocks with the spotlights: she thundered them, dust with ozone sprouted. Rodolfo prayed, wept with pain: "No, doctor Otto, no shocks..." Sor Socorro, with a monotonous face, placed the knobs: eight with formalin, two with bromine, others with chlorine. Rodolfo named them scholars, colossi, with painful tones he honored them. Since he didn't fill them up, he provoked them: “It's just orcs, foxes, wolves. Grubby monkeys!” Sister Flor, with a leafy back, took him by the shoulders; Sor Socorro crowned him like a robot with a sullen cap with leads. With fiery horror, Rodolfo bent his elbows, forced all the pores, collided with the knobs, knocked them over; he loosed a rough trumpet, Sister Socorro rolled like a log. “Quick, Dr. Otto! Sister Flor summoned. Soon with chloroform! I'll take it!…” Rodolfo, tearful with snot, confronted them like a bull; he took a red knob, fat as a porrón. Sor Flor sounded like a gong, rolled like a top, capsized.

Otto, alone with Rodolfo, begged like a mess, begged with deceit: «Rodolfo... Don Rodolfo, I know him... as a doctor I don't enjoy shocks; they are forced. I propose them with deep pain... I cry for all the crazy people, with shocks I compose them...

- No, doctor. No," Rodolfo breathed hoarsely. Shocks are not modes. Crazy people are not chickens. Shocks are like ovens; they are colts with a motor, sonorous like choirs or like horns... No, doctor Otto, the shocks are not forced, they are only minor. expensive, they are comfortable, non-delinquent, prompt… Doctor, we crazy people are just another cosmos, with other autumns, with another sun. We are not the morbid; we are only the other, the unorthodox. Another horoscope touched us, another dust formed our eyes, as it formed the elms or the bears or the poplars or the mushrooms. We are all settlers, just settlers. We are the crazy ones, others are parrots, others are topos or zoologists or, like you, ontologists. I don't compose them with shocks, I don't cut them off, I don't break them, I don't normalize them...

1. Monovocalic text of the poem “Expandido vocalic failed” by Continuous box of voices I, by Pablo Martin Ruiz.

Another short.
Another short thing.
Another colossus just short.
Another coló. Are they bears or not? Just short.
Another coló: they are bears or life. Giver, it sounded only short.

1. Monovocalic text fragment of the song “Ojo con los Orozco” by León Gieco.

We are not like the Orozcos
I know them, there are eight monkeys:
Pocho, Toto, Cholo, Tom
Moncho, Rodolfo, Otto, Pololo
I put the votes only for Rodolfo
The others are crazy, I know them, I can't stand them
Stop. Stop

Pocho Orozco:
Orthodox dentist, doctor
Like Borocotó
fucking oncologist
gray haired
jocular chump
Trosko
He collided with the amounts
Molotov placed. Bonze

Toto Orozco:
stoned
drug like few
He took all the mushrooms
He monologued alone for like two autumns
He threw formalin out of his eyes
He took chloroform, bols, rum, porrón, toronto, cough
Norto with staff
Did he vote for him or not?
He bent his elbows like crazy
Cone! are you Toto?
corroborated
Help, how he took
Morfó hot dog, tripe, chicken with beans
He cried, he cried with pain
For how he cried he took like two mushrooms
Hit bottom
roasted like crazy
He counted everything, everything, everything
Embarrassing like Cóppolo. Stop. Stop.

1. Monovocalic text fragment of the poem “A Doge and a Gurú” from the book Not all monologues are crazy: monovocalic poetry, stories and other things, by Ramon Rionda.

A Doge and the cross of him.
Curul, summum bululu.
Tutu and the tulle swished from him.
Your couscous and fufu, very fu.
Hummus muyju, uju!
Whoops! Lupus.

Interactive exercise to practice

Follow with:

• Tautology
• literary hybrids
• Cacophony

References

• Rionda, R. 2010. Not all monologues are crazy: monovocalic poetry, stories and other things. Xlibris.
• De la Borbolla, O. the cursed vowels. Mexico, Penguin Random House.
• "Les Reverentes", in Wikipedia.