Parallel Collage-Poems 2

 

Parallel Collage-Poems, 4/20/2004

Daniel Boyer, Richard Genovese, Ribitch, Eric Bragg, Jason Martian, Zazie

 

 

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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A gathering of sparks -
when black worms slowly crawl in a pool of stagnant fish
And tender yeast fishhooks race through a pityful glimpse at what should
have been a smile.

A woman in a black veil smokes -
bears the sharp teeth of the predator digging in front of the coppermine
relishing the humidity of the eggshell skies.

Under a thin blanket of snow she floats -
they always float like the fairest climes and rose bud cheeks dripping
with
soiled promises sifting through ambergris.

Two apples lay in the corner of the toy piano -
Digging in fire from ice where wandered the dainty knight.
Nothing moves me like the predator over a bamboo shield.
Nothing moves under a mouth of
black veil smokes.
The whiteness of stagnant fish,
gathering dripping under a thin blanket of black worms
wandering in soiled promises,
where eggshell sparks glimpse at what the fairest climes of my mouth
lay in the corner of The medieval fishhooks.
The fairest climes of sifting eggshell
skies like the medieval black worms in a pool of soiled promises should
have been a smile.
Two apples and a stagnant fish woman lay in the corner of my mouth.
Dainty knights slowly crawl under Rose bud cheeks.
The predator floats... they always float... through low tides in front
of the copper coat-of-arms and through ambergris and over a bamboo shield.
A black veil of smokes, like tender yeast gathering sparks, was digging
nothing.
A thin blanket of dripping bears wandered in fire from ice, sharp teeth
relishing the humidity, wandering with red oysters.
Clancy moves where green snow used to be.
She gave a pitiful glimpse at the toy piano and it moves me like a fishhooks
race.
Two apples lay in the corner of
my mouth, relishing the humidity.
Rose bud cheeks dripping with soiled promises
like the fairest climes where wandered the dainty knight.
Wandering in a pool of stagnant fish, a woman in a black veil
smokes the whiteness of eggshell skies.

In fire from ice, she floats… they always float when black worms
slowly crawl under a thin blanket of snow,
digging in front of the copper mine for green-red oysters.

The medieval Clancy coat-of-arms bears
the sharp teeth of the predator over a bamboo shield,
a pitiful glimpse at what should have been a smile, a gathering of sparks.
Tender yeast fishhooks race through low tides.

Nothing moves me like the toy piano, sifting through ambergris.
Wandering in a pool of stagnant
fish, a woman in a black veil smokes
the whiteness of eggshell skies,
a pitiful glimpse at what should have been a smile,
rosebud cheeks dripping with false promises.
The medieval Clancy coat-of-arms bears the sharp teeth
of snow digging in front of the copper mine for green-red oysters;
nothing moves me like the toy piano when black worms slowly crawl under
a thin blanket
of the predator over a bamboo shield, relishing the humidity.
Tender yeast fishhooks through low tides sifting through ambergris,
a gathering of sparks in fire from ice, she floats… they always float
Two apples lay in the corner of my mouth
like the fairest climes where wandered the dainty knight
A pitiful glimpse
At what should have been a smile,
nothing moves me like the toy piano.
Rose bud cheeks ----the whiteness dripping with soiled promises
of the eggshell skies
Like the fairest climes tender yeast fishhooks race
where wandered the dainty knight
through low tides, sifting through ambergris.
The medieval Clancy coat-of-arms relishing the
humidity bears the sharp teeth
a gathering of sparks - under a thin blanket
of the predator over a bamboo shield.
When black worms slowly crawl, of snow digging in front of the copper
mine,
for green - red oisters, in fire from ice, she floats... they always
float.