Exquisite Corpse, sort of
This is a poetry experiment!
I need your help to create a collaborative poem. I'm hoping it will be nonsensical yet almost mean something. Consider it an electronic version Exquisite Corpse. If you're unfamiliar with the game, click here.
1. Post a random line from any source: an original line of text, something from the newspaper, a line from a spam e-mail. Heck, read the back of a can of Spam and add it. When I have enough lines, I’ll repost the finish product. Also,
2. Feel free to grab a few lines and repost it as flash fiction or a new poem altogether.
Here's the line:
I need your help to create a collaborative poem. I'm hoping it will be nonsensical yet almost mean something. Consider it an electronic version Exquisite Corpse. If you're unfamiliar with the game, click here.
1. Post a random line from any source: an original line of text, something from the newspaper, a line from a spam e-mail. Heck, read the back of a can of Spam and add it. When I have enough lines, I’ll repost the finish product. Also,
2. Feel free to grab a few lines and repost it as flash fiction or a new poem altogether.
Here's the line:
He came this minute, a blurred gray shape roaring out of a dive ...
Cool!
Comments
"When out on the lawn I heard such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter."
(from one of those goofy emails you get trying to sell you Cialis)
(pp.78 In Midlife, Murray Stein)
No shortage of spam out there, I see.
*smile*
Great idea, January! - Nic
from a fifth grade reading assessment