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How to play exquisite corpse [Jan. 3rd, 2008|01:31 am]
Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.
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Exquisite Corpse (or Rotating Corpse) is a collaborative poetry game.  Players take turns writing a poem, six words at a time.  Three words are hidden and three are visible.  We hide the first three words of each turn using the following code:




This changes our text and our background to gray. The text marked "FIRST THREE WORDS" will be camouflaged.  The "LAST THREE WORDS" will be visible, and this is what the next player will read before adding his or her own six words to the poem.



HOW TO START A NEW CORPSE
-- Copy/paste the above code into a new entry, replacing "FIRST THREE WORDS" and "LAST THREE WORDS" with your own. Anyone can begin a corpse at any time.

HOW TO ADD ONTO A CORPSE -- Same, but post the code as a reply to the last comment on an entry.

HOW TO END A CORPSE -- When the poem seems finished, post the letter "X" as a comment.  Highlight the gray boxes to reveal hidden text.



These are only guidelines.  There are no rules.  Go wild.




EXAMPLE:

User neo_nym starts a corpse, and I add onto it --


neo_nym
2007-12-31 04:28 am

Lost in the

light, our fingers

godchildren
2007-12-31 04:59 am

sticky with honey

and come. Don't

neo_nym
2007-12-31 05:23 am

stop, don't stop,

porous and warm

godchildren
2007-12-31 06:01 am

and holy and

filthy with bluebirds

neo_nym
2007-12-31 06:23 am

glazed with the

voltage of my

godchildren

2007-12-31 06:34 am

thunder thighs, electric

songbird eyes, Oh

neo_nym

2007-12-31 06:55 am

I am slipping

into the moon

godchildren
2007-12-31 07:05 am

of your warm

white luminous palm

neo_nym
2007-12-31 01:31 pm

I have misplaced

my past. Oh. X


Since neo_nym posted the closing 'X,'  we can finally highlight the gray boxes and reveal the finished poem!

 Lost in the
light, our fingers
sticky with honey
and come. Don't
stop, don't stop,
porous and warm
and holy and
filthy with bluebirds
glazed with the
voltage of my
thunder thighs, electric
songbird eyes, Oh
I am slipping
into the moon
of your warm
white luminous palm
I have misplaced
my past. Oh.

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Comments:
[User Picture]From: erinnonentity
2008-01-21 12:08 pm (UTC)
WOW!!!!!!!! 'i have misplaced my past. oh.' THAT ROCKS! beautiful.
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