:: Exquisite Corpse Poetry ::
Thank you to all who
participated in our
Exquisite Corpse
writing exercise at the West Hollywood Book Fair on Sunday, September
28th, 2008. We feel privileged to have a little part of each
of you on our site. We experimented a little and for part of the
exercise we let people see the previous line and for the other part we
didn't let them see the previous line. Can you tell which?
Either way, the Exquisite Corpse is always super fun to read and we hope
you enjoy reading it as much as we did.
A day slips
back and forth in time
but time is running out
Even
through the dark, I can see green
whilst deep unfeeling
microbes whisper sweet music
The bright green
flash woke me up and I realized
the brilliance of the green contrasted sharply with the deep red of my
blood as it flowed from me onto the bed. Suddenly it occurred to
me that none of this mattered as I lifted myself beyond the veil of
self-indulgence.
I looked in the mirror and saw Hannah Montana
And she had a huge zit on her face and I cried.
The worst part of
being homeless was not having access to soap and a sink. I could use a
shower too but then a warm meal will do. Conversely, though it also
meant that I did not have to pay rent though it did make it hard to
entertain. But my entertaining had changed somewhat in recent
attempts. From the sweet youth-dreamed parties in my place, I now
enjoyed the clandestine meetings of random groups. In those groups
I found a profound interest in a self-help organization to free myself
from the drunken nightlife. Years later, I developed an infatuation with
book clubs and happy hours during lunch time.
It's all about touch and someone else with your own truth.
Maintaining the lies you need to keep looking sane.
Sane, what is sane? What is "sane" to you might be crazy to others.
In the end sanity is
only a precursor
and evolution the result.
2007's Exquisite
Corpse:
The scent of green
didn’t come from the grass.
I smell the rot of bad politics.
Slowly I turned step by step..
And a bluebird flew overhead.
“Alas” she cried, “The egg has come!”
And he cracked it over a rock and ate it.
It tasted nothing like chicken.
Her heart shattered like an iceberg,
the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen.
And once she awoke, she found that everything had changed.
Where had her previous life gone?
And they danced to the beat of the wind against their car.
It’s like looking for a faith and going through all religions.
But I’m searching for a voice thus going through all the rhythms.
Suddenly, he filled me.
It was written on the wind.
You won’t believe what I heard about in The Coffee Bean today…but I
promised not to tell.
A brown beautiful Mexican girl ate a banana whole standing barefoot in
her kitchen.
What if they called your momma a whore…is she?
The shining sun beat upon the shoulders of the navigator.
Whose idea was it for me to be born unique?
Losing a cell phone is a scary experience to me.
Nothing is more humiliating than having to teach a porn star how to do
the catwalk.
He watched the brook babble in a southwest direction and wondered if he
was standing still.
I’ve been writing mental love letters till my brain runs out of think.
In the deep when dragons ruled the skies and a sorcerer’s magic was
prized above all things, a woman on her death bed put quill to ink with
solemn determination.
Shalom Mariah = Peaceful winds.
With that, she stormed from the room.
Whatever it is, it isn’t!
Take the steps to make your dreams a reality.
Sofia is five.
Raina got lots of attention for her coffee coozie!
It is a surprisingly hot day for this early autumn.
Next time make the weather cooler!
Too much pressure! Looking forward to writing!
As a writer and youth ambassador I appreciate positive groups dedicated
to writing!
Tip toe on ballet bells through snow and sand
You have to question to get an answer
Show me a mind, the pure white snow kind, refusing to admit such
distrust,
and I’ll show you, in time, it’s as hungry as mine, losing deeper and
deeper to black.
I’m not from New Jersey. I am from Brooklyn.
The sound of the woman’s voice, as I lay there on the wax stained
carpet, shocked me back to awakeness, my new boyfriend still sitting,
stoic at his laptop.
Remember when we fell down?
Midnight fell on the Aztec Hotel
Menudo para la cruda
Write the vision and make it plain…
Our day has begun.
Magic lies within creativity.
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