Romeo Montague (
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fandomhigh2012-08-06 09:09 am
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Poetry 101, Monday, 8/06
"There is a game," Romeo began, once the circle of students was assembled, "much loved by surrealists, called exquisite corpse."
"None die in it; none have died in it, unless by laughing. In it, each person writes down a word or two on a piece of paper and passes it along without looking, until the results are deemed complete and read aloud. The name comes from the first sentence generated this was -- 'Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.' The exquisit corpse will drink the new wine."
"This is not precisely poetry," he allowed. "But it holds the potential for it. But today, you will generate poetry in much the same way. The laptops on your desks are open to a random text website. Your assignment is to take the chaos it spews out and cut and shape it into a poem. I'll read my own first effort."
picture- cards, Jacks --
which I thought it to it, Pip, their lameness;
and going on the leg of her learning to bed,
may be truly say quarterly or months,
instead of people know how she put me down.
`Now,'
he was a design for the dark man,
and her right by the way behind the sound.
To top of the appearance of the head
and sit me down.
`Now,'
He finished there, and somehow it had almost sounded like poetry when he read it in that tone -- except for not making any sense.
"None die in it; none have died in it, unless by laughing. In it, each person writes down a word or two on a piece of paper and passes it along without looking, until the results are deemed complete and read aloud. The name comes from the first sentence generated this was -- 'Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.' The exquisit corpse will drink the new wine."
"This is not precisely poetry," he allowed. "But it holds the potential for it. But today, you will generate poetry in much the same way. The laptops on your desks are open to a random text website. Your assignment is to take the chaos it spews out and cut and shape it into a poem. I'll read my own first effort."
picture- cards, Jacks --
which I thought it to it, Pip, their lameness;
and going on the leg of her learning to bed,
may be truly say quarterly or months,
instead of people know how she put me down.
`Now,'
he was a design for the dark man,
and her right by the way behind the sound.
To top of the appearance of the head
and sit me down.
`Now,'
He finished there, and somehow it had almost sounded like poetry when he read it in that tone -- except for not making any sense.

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