Ariadne’s mythic dancing floor shifts the brain’s wiring from left to right and back again. To do the hokey-pokey with the atoms of your own consciousness, you can trace a finger labyrinth, or you can play with words, sometimes just by throwing them up in the air and seeing what they say when they come down. That is what it’s all about!
Exquisite Corpse – the Surrealist word (or drawing) game. The first person writes a line on a sheet of paper. The second writes another line, folds the paper so the first person cannot see it, hands it to a third and so on, each folding the paper (or the paper can be folded so that no writer ever sees what the previous writer has done).
In an Italian garden I run down the window pane Honey and dew streams separately Mixed fish collude with flowers Pollen sparkling–bees lick it Switchblade fish fingers A velvet case, curdled silk Screaming at the moon, another pastime I scratch at submerged clumps of hair Prism blossom in watercress Marked cracking follows known lines Ink polluted sing to me “And this is the place we stopped for tea On the way to San Marino.”
Found Poetry – articles, dictionary entries (especially old ones). Take whatever in the text strikes your fancy and make it a poem.
Whereas (from The Century Dictionary, New York, 1906) The thing being so that; considering things are so – implying an admission of facts, sometimes followed by a different statement, sometimes by inference or something consequent the fact or case being really that; whereas, before, our forefathers had no other score and tally the Titianese was striving with fair Cynthia for her seat he, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood even at his word she hears a merry horn, whereat, erewhile I wept, I laugh.
I knew we were many none of us knowing what the other was writing. It read well so I published it in my given name.
By: exuvia on August 24, 2009
at 7:05 am
hahahaha! Merry well posted. Thanks, exuvia!!
By: daedala on August 24, 2009
at 10:16 am