Forward and backwards, and upside down.

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I have always been fascinated with words and pictures in the sense of being forward and backwards, and upside down.

You are probably thinking "What the heck is 5UB talking about?", I would be too... However let me explain.

There are many words such as racecar, you spell it backwards and it still says racecar. I have seen also long paragraphs where they make sense reading normally, and also when reading backwards. That is the forward and backwards part, the upside down part is a picture like the one below:

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I am unsure if there is a name for these, however I thought this thread could be interesting if you post what you have come across here. :)
 
I had a book bought for me as a kid, it was called 'Take a a closer look'. It was filled with stuff like this, it use to fascinate me.
 
The longest palindromic work is a Finnish word - saippuakivikauppias. I've always been told it means "soap stone seller" which makes sense to me, as saippua means soap and kivi means stone and kauppa means shop, but I've been told it means something slightly different when it's all put together.
 
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Searching for "optical illusions" gets you a few of the more common ones like the two faces/vase and the womans face/saxophonist.

For the palindromes one of my favourites is "a man, a plan, a canal, Panama" and it's great because it makes some sort of sense which few of the longer palindromes do.
 
I always loved stuff like that as well. Most impressive palindrome i've seen is this:

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I ****.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.


By Demetri Martin (love him as a comedian).
 
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