Anagrammy Winners by Mike Keith
All the winning anagrams by Mike Keith from the Anagrammy Awards.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, May 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
hydrogen + zirconium + tin + oxygen + rhenium + platinum +
tellurium + terbium + nobelium + chromium + iron + cobalt +
carbon + aluminum + ruthenium + silicon + ytterbium + hafnium
+
sodium + selenium + cerium + manganese + osmium + uranium +
nickel + praseodymium + erbium + vanadium + thallium + plutonium
=
nitrogen + zinc + rhodium + helium + argon + neptunium +
beryllium + bromine + lutetium + boron + calcium + thorium +
niobium + lanthanum + mercury + fluorine + bismuth + actinium
+
silver + cesium + neodymium + magnesium + xenon + samarium +
scandium + europium + berkelium + palladium + antimony + thulium
[This is a "doubly-true anagram" - if you replace each element with its atomic number (= position in the periodic table), there is still equality:]
1 + 40 + 50 + 8 + 75 + 78 +
52 + 65 + 102 + 24 + 26 + 27 +
6 + 13 + 44 + 14 + 70 + 72 +
11 + 34 + 58 + 25 + 76 + 92 +
28 + 59 + 68 + 23 + 81 + 94
=
7 + 30 + 45 + 2 + 18 + 93 +
4 + 35 + 71 + 5 + 20 + 90 +
41 + 57 + 80 + 9 + 83 + 89 +
47 + 55 + 60 + 12 + 54 + 62 +
21 + 63 + 97 + 46 + 51 + 69
[= 1416]
SPECIAL CATEGORY, June 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
The
Raven
SPECIAL CATEGORY, June 1999:
3rd - Mike Keith with:
A simultaneous anagram
and approximate translation of an excerpt from Dante's "Inferno".
SPECIAL CATEGORY, July 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
A set of six anagrams of Shakespeare's sonnet #60,
attempting to match the style and substance of six novels from the 19th and 20th centuries.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, August 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
[The first sentence (in all of its purple-prose glory) of Edward
Bulwer-Lytton's novel "Paul Clifford", the first seven
words of which were later appropriated as a running gag by Charles
Schulz.]
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents,
except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent
gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that
our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating
the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
=
Tut-tut! Bulwer-Lytton's known penchant for inelegant, stagnant,
over-affected, cost-inflated prose evokes mirth a hundred years
hence. Ah-ha! A well-known comic strip talent hatches it - a textual
gag for a dog: (Snoopy wags his tail, sits at his typewriter,
fidgets, and then distills a classic theme: "It's raining,
there's no light...")
SPECIAL CATEGORY, September 1999:
eq.1st - Mike Keith with:
Shake's
Pair
ENTERTAINMENT CATEGORY, October 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Isn't Calista Flockhart really sexy? =
She's flatly ill, tacky, anorexic star.
PEOPLE'S NAMES CATEGORY, November 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Madeleine Albright =
Her label: "mediating".
SPECIAL CATEGORY, December 1999:
1st - Mike Keith with:
No
by Thomas Hood
SPECIAL CATEGORY, January 2000:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Anagrams
- Antigrams
SPECIAL CATEGORY, April 2000:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
Foolish
About Windows
SPECIAL CATEGORY, May 2000:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
Lo,
as a careful huswife runs to catch
SPECIAL CATEGORY, June 2000:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
The
Holy Sonnets of John Donne
SPECIAL CATEGORY, August 2000:
3rd - Mike Keith with:
Sonnet
by Nicolas de Caen
SPECIAL CATEGORY, October 2000:
3rd - Mike Keith with:
Four-Gram-Word
Text (from Will Shak. play)
SPECIAL CATEGORY, October 2003:
1st - Mike Keith with:
A triply-true anagram
SPECIAL CATEGORY, November 2003:
1st - Mike Keith with:
The raw materials for 641,959,232,274,432 pairs of anagrammed sonnets.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, January 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe
SPECIAL CATEGORY, February 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Shakespeare's 115th sonnet
SPECIAL CATEGORY, March 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Nine Anagrammatic Views of Mt. Fuji
(with Kanji)
SPECIAL CATEGORY, April 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Shakespeare's 66th sonnet
RUDE CATEGORY, April 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
His large penis ~
is pleasing her.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, May 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Stars of the Seasons
SPECIAL CATEGORY, June 2005:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
A 935,763-letter anagram of Moby Dick
SPECIAL CATEGORY, July 2005:
3rd - Mike Keith with:
Hamlet, act V, scene 1
RUDE CATEGORY, October 2005:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Serpentiform =
Term for penis.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, January 2006:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Five poems anagrammed.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, February 2006:
1st - Mike Keith with:
[Below is an anagram of the 98 Scrabble letters into four
5x5 squares. Of course, 98 is less then 100
so two spaces must remain unused - these unfilled spots have
been put in the lower right of the arrangement.
Every one of the 40 horizontal and vertical words can
be found in the current "Tournament Word List" used for
play in North American Scrabble tournaments, which
is in turn based on the current (4th) edition
of the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary.
I also imposed an additional constraint, which was that
the two empty spots could be filled by the two blank
Scrabble tiles to (when assigned the proper letters)
complete the bottom right square so that it has
a full complement of 5-letter words. Making the blanks
E and S turns HON into HONES, CRUD into CRUDE and HYPE
into HYPES.
Below is the anagram in plain text followed by
a picture of an actual board with tiles.
This is the first 4x(5x5) arrangement of the Scrabble
tiles ever constructed.]
AAAAAAAAA BB CC DDDD EEEEEEEEEEEE FF GGG HH
IIIIIIIII J K LLLL MM NNNNNN OOOOOOOO PP Q
RRRRRR SSSS TTTTTT UUUU VV WW X YY Z
=
TOQUE JOWAR
WRUNG AGONE
AGAPE BIFID
TIKIS OVULE
SCENT TELES
MALAR BATCH
OZONE IVORY
TINED MIXUP
IDEAL ASIDE
FERRY HON
SPECIAL CATEGORY, August 2007:
1st - Mike Keith with:
Some Shakespeareana
SPECIAL CATEGORY, April 2010:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
Three-Way Anagram Crossword Puzzle
GENERAL CATEGORY, May 2011:
1st - Mike Keith with:
NINETY/TEN + TWELVE - THREE =
TWENTY + ELEVEN - THIRTEEN.
(90/10 + 12 - 3 = 20 + 11 - 13 = 18)
SPECIAL CATEGORY, March 2012:
3rd - Mike Keith with:
[In the poem below all three stanzas are mutual anagrams. In addition, the first stanza is a word-length mnemonic for the first 22 digits of the golden ratio, phi (1.618033988749894848204...), the second stanza is a mnemonic for the first 26 digits of e (2.7182818284590452353602874...), and the third stanza gives the first 29 digits of pi (3.1415926535897932384626433832). The usual rule applies - 0 digits are represented by a 10-letter word.]
I marred a groaning silhouette,
saw dim abhorrent freedoms cemented forever,
till blackened paranoia bewitched this shadowed roof,
smashing my despondent soul.
=
In meadows I remember my orations:
a forecast of degraded love,
words cadential proceeding from Hades
to the heart now shrunk,
sublimated in helpless, binding hate.
=
You, a tree, a field overblown in summer,
words and looks gathered, solicited, chanced,
reminders now of the pleasing past
bathed in bright heat and sad memories for me.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, April 2012:
1st - Mike Keith with:
#1
It rained three autumn days, then close to frost
Passing from thence, a local tincture drew
With eye so practised in each form around:
Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise.
Living, the oak-leaf wreath his temples bound,
Which yields to men and angels pleasant fruit,
And where the vane upon its crest is bold,
With round completed on the grass it lay.
Roar forth a challenge in the world's despite,
Of a material creed and risen to heights sublime.
The neighbours at their shady doors swept clean,
Lost in the night, have ceased to pray for dawn.
The morn is cold. A whiteness newly-brought
Brings down the curtain o'er the play of life.
#2
When I, as fast as e'er my pen could trot,
As wandering lonelier than the Poet's cloud,
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
And russet cincture thy loose pale-tinged hair,
Wilt thou my cares forget in heaviness
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries?
And will thy presence dim that glorious sphere,
So clear as in no face with more delight?
In scorching splendors that my earth-life burned,
At the round earth's imagined corners blow;
Standing with arms out-stretched and flower-like face,
Send out their inmates in a happy flow,
That hath over blue seas strayed in hope to find
This song of "Peace on earth, good will t'ward men,"
=
Herald One
O muse worn thin by chance's hellish hand,
Your poems base and foolish I disown;
Negate the dictum of the whitewashed stand
That tenet-honed recruits arranged alone.
Acclaim to hearts somewhere up in the chaff
This point profound to Rome, while given ways
Bend comic style to ease, unite and laugh:
Harpoon of kingdom's bitter-weather days
Forget now dormant scriptures, cunning tale,
For narrow, witless creeds their fools reveal;
Transplant its heart intact, let tongues prevail
Of sounder highs and teachings forged in steel.
Repel anew all childish myths portrayed,
As yet the blind watch-builder plies his trade.
Herald Two
As countless summers hereto passed away,
With potent love and moonlit gentle train,
The river white unearthed its silky spray,
Through contours of renown beset by pain.
Transformed between sun-legacies by thought,
Availed of pathways trimmed in nascent pine,
Outshone this earth of elsewhere-bordered haunts
Along this epic coil of loathing mine.
Men scrapped a doctrine grown of childish hate
That ere did go constrain this sudden glance,
And heretofore adored the guiltless fate
In principles of law and random chance
Around the wistful, lower hills of gray
Then thrice I heard the bells: 'twas Christmas day.
SPECIAL CATEGORY, May 2012:
2nd - Mike Keith with:
When first the gods lie mounted on a tray
To play of idle art when summer's nigh.
The rules of his mind's order went astray
Because men rose at once with plans so high.
So on this earth the languid dream-pace flows:
A countryside, the blue romantic sea,
The god finance rebuilt, a prey that slows;
These hold the tired mountains earnestly.
To hasten faith, while printed authors leer,
Where farming thousands low resentment bore
Do paper hearts that win soon gladly sear?
The watchful starling toodles "Nevermore".
Tend to a torch as round-pitched tables hum
Let gather Fates; the icon moon sets dumb.
=
We find that soon the melodies turn gray
Our flesh an empty mold, a winter sigh.
She renders ransom first without delay
When each soon-passing truth becomes a lie.
What laid among the fields our parents chose:
A mist at noon, a cheesy cultured Brie,
The bending pile a faulty horse-cart tows;
These too shall run and meet their destiny.
With haunted hope, if lethal traitors sneer
While wrongs at men returned, as months before
Shall steady wind not propagate or shear?
The term's wrong value told the final score.
So spot that old authentic hardened crumb
The tombstone flat, the caged sensorium.
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