Parallel Collage-Poems

 

Parallel Collage-Poems, 1/2004

Ribitch, Eric Bragg, Jason Martian

 

This surrealist game requires a minimum of 3 players.

Each person gives 2 graphic images and 2 lines of poetic text to the other players. All players then use the images and lines of text (including their own) to construct a collage-image and collage-poem. In the process of construction, any item can be modified, in any way desired. Until everyone is finished, each person's work is kept hidden. When all images and poems are complete, they are shared with the group, with a comparison of the results.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My gracious dream, a small bead
of blood into the world.
A dreadful delirium frozen in the tundra of stolen thoughts... a delightful
rage.

The birds of a wishing well fall like a dream hidden.

According to a recent farmer's almanac, a coat of whispers are always
velvet.

Torn from a page, a thousand words slipped down my drain of unidentified
cytologic seaweed.

Like the shadow of a hand, hidden under popcorn, Bob cannot be severed
mythology.
Of translucent dream, I survive alone.
A small bead of blood falls like
a dream hidden in a coat of whispers.

Frozen in the tundra of stolen thoughts, the birds of a wishing well
are always velvet: a dreadful delirium and a delightful rage.

My gracious dream slipped down my drain and out into the world, only
to be severed like the shadow of a hand.

According to a recent farmer's almanac, a thousand words are hidden under
the seaweed of translucent dream.

Torn from a page of unidentified cytologic mythology, Bob cannot survive
on popcorn alone.
Frozen in the tundra of frozen
farmers
a small bead of blood and delirium
slipped down my wishing well of stolen thoughts.

A dreadful translucent dream hidden in an almanac
under the seaweed of the world,
delirium and dream slipped from a severed hand
like a unidentified mythology,
like my gracious dream torn from a page
birds cannot survive on popcorn alone