107 places

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25 January 2012

exquisite corpse

The other night, late in the night: exquisite corpse.
We created several together.
Take sheets of paper, each person writing a short bit, then pass it around, clockwise or counter, each person adding, but seeing only the preceding line, the earlier words folded from view. Stop when you feel like stopping, or when an end has seem to come. Read the poems from top to bottom, and especially in reverse.  
"The exquisite corpse will drink the new wine," say the Surrealists.
Photo: In a friend's garden, Hong Kong

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