Welcome to our game for writers. Welcome to our Exquisite Corpse. An Exquisite Corpse is a writing or art game where you complete the poem. Each author or artist cannot see the previous artists/writers’ work. In this case, we are writing poetry together. It is a poem about anything. If you don’t know, The Exquisite Corpse is from the French words cadaver exquis, and was popular in the 1920s. Initially created by the surrealist on a folded piece of paper played by several players. It’s a classic writer’s game full of fun and surprise. The group is basically writing a poem together. Much in the current spirit of Burning Man, this game is at the heart of creativity. This is our second EC. Please try it. Others have had great fun doing this.
In this case, there is no restriction on words. This EC goes until we get to 100. Some numbers may be repeated. If they do they will be entered in the order they were received.
Here is how this will work. When you loaded this page, there was a number loaded below. It is a random number. To play, you will write your random number in the comment below, along with 1 line of poetry. For example, if your number is 1E, write 1E in the comment with your line of poetry. Write only one line. If you want to write more than one line, reload the page for a new number.
Once we have enough lines between 25 and 100, we will show the results. That means I’ll collect all the lines, put them in order, and then publish the poem we created.
Tell your friends! Share this. Let’s complete this Exquisite Corpse. Refresh the page for your number, then leave your line below.
(On a sidenote, our random number generator has been spitting out letters on occasions. I thought this to be impossible. If it gives you a letter, just refresh the page again).
Your Number is (write in the comment with your line of poetry)
34
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10. Deep in the ocean, he looked through the porthole and saw it
B
Clear sky my future it is in my dreams, Dark sky with only tiny stars when I open my eyes
10. I found happiness in your framed embrace, as we danced across the seasons of life.
7. and the world blinking photographs went from darkness to light and back again,
Ballasts hum the surrogate sound of cells photosynthesizing
9. The billions of planets and stars cannot compete with the bright light of hope.
6A. Two hearts in love giddy from spinning through electric sights and sounds.
E A deafening silence prevailed with the receiving of an envelope that has been longed for and feared
15 Looking outside the window with winter trapping the body inside and the thoughts traveling overseas
A A strong throbbing heart pumped through the ears wishing for a fresh pair of eyes and shoes
4. Ripping the envelope with hands shaking, alas, I could not read the contents without a fresh pair of eyes.
16. She ran toward the bright lights, her golden curls bouncing, the child’s tinkling laughter rose above the din.
1. Her eyes were full of moonlight even as she swam through the deepest depths.
17
Dreams crumbled as passion slipped away,unfed
16: cats and dogs heard the silence
E As the focus drew in the portrait of her eye, you saw a sunflower in early bloom, the picture panned out a landscape concealed by occasional blinks.
9. I hungered yet despised the feast before my eyes.
17. We lay still and let nature run its course.
E. If only I had known that my life would not be my own.
2. Warm and vast and alarmingly close
I felt it was time to walk away,
11.
I felt it was time to walk away,
7.
He remembered the ocean all around,
yet, it was time to get ready!
0. Blush rouged on her cheeks, hooded gaze peeked as her hand brushed mine.
2
I keep four big lizards in my closet in case of emergencies.
19. These inconspicuous, tangled things lash me to her berries and thorns, chilling into
reasons I would never even share.
D
And through the miasmic hum there shone a brilliant note
14
Glittering beams of moonlight radiated through the transparent veil
5. For I am not a potato
62 The silence thrummed in my ears.
44. An open jar of wax, a stir stick, subconscious cat DNA.
Frozen, iridescent needles stabbing her soul