Anagrams

[john11inc]

First of all, yes.  This was the best thing I had to do this morning.

https://wordsmith.org/anagram/advanced.html

Elliott Carter: Err, Toilet Talc
Alistair Hinton: Titian Loin Rash
Pierre Boulez: Zero, Pure Bile
Iannis Xenakis: Asinine Skin Ax
Luciano Berio: A Bouncier Oil
Brian Ferneyhough: Eh, Hung Fairy Boner
Tristan Murail: La~ I Rim Rat Nuts
Ryguillian: I'll Ruin Gay
Sylvano Bussotti: Oils Vast Boy Nuts or Noisy Butt Salvos
Alexander Scriabin: Cannibal Raider Sex
Bela Bartok: Karate Blob
Horatiu Radulescu: Oh, Aural Crud Suite
Michael Finnissy: Slimy Acne Finish
Karlheinz Stockhausen: A Zen-like, Shorn Cat Husk


I can make something really awful out of Iancu Dumitrescu, but I'll pass.  Try your own D:

[stevebob]

robert schumann = brahms nocturne

[djealnla]

Beethoven Cavatina - Above Intact Heaven

Seems fitting, methinks.

English Country Tunes - Insurgence Holy Stunt

Oh and BTW, the "Sharia" in Sorabji's complete name is hilarious.

[birba]

You guys are WAY beyond me.  How do you do it?!?!?!?

[djealnla]

You guys are WAY beyond me.  How do you do it?!?!?!?

Check out the first post in this thread and you'll find out more about our "trick".

[ongaku_oniko]

haha i like Bartoks' and Scriabins'

[ryguillian]

Ryguillian: I'll Ruin Gay

One might wonder what humorous attempt might have been made here at the expense of others; or, indeed, what rôle I might have had in precipitating any suck joke—which however ill-conceived will have the effect of a humorous rhyme—and in the last case what the intent of the author whose alias as we all know indeed implies such a long dong.

Inasmuch as I was most specifically—not—amused by this I could not but help but think of that particular Henry James passage wherein he writes:

a portent, the one that Haughty, by the same token, had done least to reassure him against, of the extent to which the native jungle harboured the female specimen and to which its ostensible cover, the vast level of mixed growths stirring wavingly in what- ever breeze, was apt to be identifiable but as an agitation of the latest redundant thing in ladies hats.

Indeed, one could analyze this passage in light of a certain hermeneutic or exegetical system in which one finds oneself laugh, but the joke—insofar as there is a joke—most certainly lies in Alistair’s hands [sic].

Best,

R. D. P. H.

[Bob]

A four poem violin?  A four poem violin?!
I moo painful over!....
Vino up Romeo fail!
Airfoil!!!  No move up!