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Freedom's Revival With tinder passion we touch the flowers, finding laughter’s acceptance; the humor about us. Leafing through the conversation about sophisticated gardens of our dreams; watching the muses play the syrink promising to conquer the company. With gifts of glass tears opening in their voiceless hands; we are lucky in the comfort of loyalty, at needle-points end. Across social bridges seeking exodus in communion’s fire. We expel our inundated praise for freedom's revival. Into the reeking urn of wealth; Mother’s breast sweet with stars growing dim. For freedom’s end, too big for the similar seasons, too minute to carry our friendship just by the animated warmth. With our dynamite we must exit across and off this page, silent hum-drum, kettle chimes, burlesque grace. |
Additional Notes:
Exquisite corpse is a game of chance originally developed by the founding members of the Surrealist and Dada movements in Europe. Used either in writing or drawing, the game produced profound results in connecting unrelated realities together to produce a novel reality, or “super-reality (realism)”. Two major ways in which the game was played, was by a group of collaborators taking turns writing or drawing on folded paper. Each person only allowed to view the last fragment of the previous entry. Word-Salad Poems was the second way. Here, words were arbitrarily cut out from magazines or newspapers and mixed-up in a hat; where they would be picked out individually, and pasted in sequence onto a board. I have took it upon myself to add conjunctive words, (And, but, while, etc…) to aid in the flow and connect meaning, but only in the most limited sense.
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