Surrealist Games

Since no one is talking, I figured I might try and start up an automatic writing / exquisite corpse thread.

Surrealism is one of my great loves. Surrealists have devised several games aimed at reaching the subconscious dream-state. One game was automatic writing, where you just start writing, non-stop without giving yourself a moment to judge or think about what is coming next. It most always comes out as just a bunch of jumpled up words and phrases, that don’t make much sense. But when looking back at it you can usually tell things about yourself and where you’re at subconsciously.

Another game is called the exquisite corpse. This involves a group of people who either write words, or draw on a piece of paper. Each person draws or writes on a portion of the paper then covers it up, then the next person continues the drawing, not knowing what the previous people before them have contributed.

What I’d like to do here is somewhat a combination of the two, and also something I’m sure you’ve probably seen before. It’s basically just writing a story, prose, or whatever. Each one of us should just write a word, or small phrase and then allow the next person to continue.

For more information on surrealist games, you might want to check out this link:

[url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrealist_games]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrealist_games[/url]

Or this book:

[url=http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/1570620849/ref=pd_rvi_gw_1/103-7407660-6398221]http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/1570620849/re…7407660-6398221[/url]

59 Commentsto Surrealist Games

  1. ensonar dice:

    And so we began where we’d never begun. In the middle…

  2. BratscheWarrior dice:

    of a chicken who was too tired to cluck…

  3. ryan dice:

    and so it sat dejected, because on its self importance it reflected

  4. BratscheWarrior dice:

    in the mirror, an image he could no longer face…

  5. ensonar dice:

    the face of sadness, the face of worry, the face of pity. A mountain arose out of a small pile of perfectly preserved…

  6. BratscheWarrior dice:

    jam…the strawberry kind that he loved so much…but could never have again, because…

  7. BratscheWarrior dice:

    …in his childhood, his mum used to throw jam at him when he was bad…

  8. ensonar dice:

    And because of this, he was always ducking, running for cover. She never learned to lift her head and gaze into the…

  9. BratscheWarrior dice:

    abyss that was her soul. She thought (as only chickens do), “what is a soul?”…

  10. ensonar dice:

    Her soul detached from her rhythm which in turn detached from her groove and left her a formless shapeless puddle of soft engine parts, dangling from a olive branch. And so with the hair she’d saved in a coffee can,

  11. BratscheWarrior dice:

    she knitted a sweater so that she could keep her semi-lugubrious muffler (formerly her beak) warm in the summertime…

  12. ensonar dice:

    This beakwarmer became the new fad, and beast and fish all along the empty canals of lender-wearer became the new fad, for all to see… for all to rub up against. And silvery liquid poured…

  13. BratscheWarrior dice:

    from her gut. She was so disgusted that everyone else was following her iconoclastic dressing habits…The silvery bile flooded the room and…

  14. ensonar dice:

    ran like laughing children down long and narrow pathways out into the street. Euphoria ensued as millions of transparent winged little furry tigers flew from beehives, stingers armed, into the sun. And the sun divided into three, as charming little hungry…

  15. BratscheWarrior dice:

    mice, whose eyes glowed, as if on fire. They focused their gaze on a wall on which some punk had spraypainted the words:”…

  16. BratscheWarrior dice:

    “The United Orchestra of Liberated Mice – Seek a single white female (mouse) who can squeek in such a way that can drive a human mad”…

  17. ensonar dice:

    And yet piles of membraned mucus, stripped the scallywag beyond an underbellied fish-hog. Shifting the shaver melancholy walked upleft and bentwards into the fell-weathered money blunder…

  18. DrakeWan dice:

    mixed with muddy thunder…
    a trip beyond the pastors and political bastards
    torn asunder, for the front-runners of lust
    but its first is to burst us, seeding the thought, who cursed us?
    but it seems we all acknowledge this church stuff..
    to a fuller or lesser degree, although the lesser will flee…
    running thru the forest sniffing smurf dust..

  19. BratscheWarrior dice:

    …all these non sensical thoughts made our chicken heroine quite mad…Suddenly, she awoke, her eggs hatched, the mice rejoiced and she looked at her toes. They were not the toes of a chicken, but the hands of a wooden puppet. “FUCK!!!!,” she said……

  20. ensonar dice:

    and fuck she did, not physically, but psychologically. Fucking everything in hearing distance, she lilted like a whithered rose on a hot summer afternoon. Dropping onto blades of grass, she split herself in two…

  21. BratscheWarrior dice:

    loaves of honey bread. This strange omen was seen by a little boy who immediately went to his mother and proceeded to lecture her on the value of planting cookie sheets. “Dear mum,” he said,”the intrinsic value of the cookie sheet tree is…

  22. ensonar dice:

    the many layers in which it produces itselves within our consciousnesses…and furthermore it were the holiday after all and nothing pleases me more than a hot cookie sheet melded to the structure of my skeletal…

  23. BratscheWarrior dice:

    protuberence which was an offshoot of my pinky finger!” The boy loved his pinky. So much that he stuck it up his ass. For 4 years. After 4 years, it got chopped off and his best friend put it up his ass. 20 years later he gave it to…

  24. ensonar dice:

    everyone he saw. For the finger changed to violets and everyone wanted a little piece. Violet pie for everyone! The delicious purple velvet flowers made all who sipped of it a little mad, and wanting for a tightly sealed jar of milk. Not the milk of cows you say, but of many thin people standing on splintery wooden fences made of shining metal reflections, steeped in…

  25. BratscheWarrior dice:

    goo. And these thin people were the charter members of the Society of Truth Seeking Cable Repair Men…As they hooked people up to the Spice Channel they also…

  26. BratscheWarrior dice:

    spun webs of lies. They planned to cheat their customers and secretly charge them ourageous fees for their deliveries of cockroach flavored cheesecakes!!!…

  27. ensonar dice:

    on a Sunday afternoon in the rain, we grew to 7 flights of cocktail napkins, bursting with empathy on a sunday afternoon under a blanket of fog. We watched the elves bring flower shaped bowls full of glowing charcoal…

  28. BratscheWarrior dice:

    which when melted down to it’s most basic form tasted like cider. And in the cider swam little weevels made of chocolate. The ponies drank this vile gas and farted out of their…

  29. ensonar dice:

    handlebars. Fast beyond the temptatious mildew rag, bent below the message board, She bored a little hole in the side of the fountain’s edge and,

  30. BratscheWarrior dice:

    opened up a money-market fund so that when she retired, she could open her own cheese shop. And this shop would deal ONLY in the stinkiest swiss known to reindeer, elves AND microscopic bits of …

  31. ensonar dice:

    blathender bubbles, lavender troubles, and love woven gloves digging through rubble. With razor stubble,

  32. BratscheWarrior dice:

    she walked down the tower of flaming goo and ate the fire which burned like the night air. Air that was alive and…

  33. ensonar dice:

    kicking, like a mule full of pre-teen pinkish-green and tingly angst, or a skin worn windy kitten. A child of play tricked the first signal of

  34. BratscheWarrior dice:

    torrential rains. The one eyed rain then paid the price to get what he wanted. It fell from the street and smacked a young man down into the…

  35. ensonar dice:

    malayse of 50 gunslinging tote hipsters. Friendly though it was not, belching mattered less and less, and the feeling of someone’s brief touch grew steadily stronger. And the mayonaise flavoured coffee colored scarf matted against

  36. BratscheWarrior dice:

    the plain board on a whorehouse where Mitch, a pseudomylactic surgeon pissed his money away on pieces of fuzzy fuzzy fuzz….

  37. Nick dice:

    chess pieces. On inspecting the marble chess board s/he could see it was stalemate & that there was no use continuing the sel-important ramblings & yet felt strangely compelled to…

  38. BratscheWarrior dice:

    eat the larvae of huge mosquitos! The blood that dripped from the unborn suckers fell on the oven mitt of a long haired woman whose ears were shaped like melons. But not your ordinary kind of melon. They were…

  39. ensonar dice:

    round like the sound of ant mounds on the ground unfound. Unbound…

  40. BratscheWarrior dice:

    like a reproducing strand of DNA. As it formed a new life form, it reminded me of the Star Trek episode where…

  41. Nick dice:

    mr Spock in vulcan smock proceded to mock Kirks spangeled frock who quickly took stock of

  42. BratscheWarrior dice:

    chicken broth that shape shifted into a cornholder which was thrown into a…

  43. Nick dice:

    ravine. Down it fell shape-shifting again into a paper dart that glided slowly into the mouth of…

  44. BratscheWarrior dice:

    the cutest gosh darn baby eagle that you’ve ever seen! Just then, its mom came back and fed her chick…

  45. Nick dice:

    bullshit from the holy bile-ball until after 6 months of daily prayers the cute little eagle chick became a born-again Christine & flew off to the amazon to persecute a few savages. But on the way…

  46. BratscheWarrior dice:

    she realized that orange juice contained so much sugar that she could not go on. She dropped from the sky into a cauldron of…

  47. Nick dice:

    rebirth. The cauldren was the property of the warlock of love who used to be the warlock of glove but lost his G in a spell fight with the witch of host(now the witch of ghost). Emerging from the cauldren a 100 years later as a moth, she asked the warlock of ove ( who in the meantime had been in another fight with a vicious spelling bee) how to….

  48. BratscheWarrior dice:

    eat the bare 2 dimensional side of a coffee bean. And she sucked that bean dry. An amazing sight really. Hopped up on caffiene, she spelled words so fast that no one could hear them. Since it was inaudible, people started buying microsonic headphones just to hear what she had to spell. She didn’t like this one bit, no she did not. People looked, stared and listened to her. And she realized that they could be manipulated like a turkey in summer. She took a new television set and sat it down in front of people she met. She fed them grilled cheese. But not with swiss, american or provolone. No sir, she used nincompoopius cheese, a new blend which makes people well, nincompoops. As her subjects watched the television, they ate and ate and ate, gorging themselves like a bad simile. They watched her propaganda and became…

  49. Nick dice:

    sleepwalkers in a rainbow collage of dappled hairnets, all strung with frosting & empty emptiness that reverberated too much reverb through the woofers & tweeters of infinity until…

  50. ensonar dice:

    the night fell upon open wounds of empty summer plums. Tumbling down the melancholy hole of tragic and floundering happiness, it wandered in to a hairline fracture among the many silly sad flappers who try tirelessly to open the crack between sanity and madness. Sucking on grapeskin is better than…

  51. BratscheWarrior dice:

    a beaver trying to build a damn smack dab in the middle of your forehead! But enough of that ridiculous speculation that threatens to overload you mind. Is it fate that seems to divert attention from cherry picking in order to eat whales? Or is it a sense of chance. The chance to buy a litter box where small pups can grow up in a less stinky environment? No. It is the chance for a small push to alter the course of history so that little Felix, the mastermind of the Great Folk Song Revival of 2033 can grow up to become the greatest pastry chef in the galaxy, not to mention the worst guitarist known to man. But to the Amiablites, he was their hero. They did not notice his irregularities such as…

  52. Nick dice:

    pouting in front of a mirror image of an image that he imagined was an image of his own image pouting back from his bedroom walrus. “Thats cool” he whispered in braille, causing ripples of sound to silently wash over the sleeping form of…

  53. ensonar dice:

    lighthearted turbulent fairground screams, children’s delictate nightmare schemes. Blasting through rock walls is less easy that swimming through sand or milling through the maze of walls and other blockades. Clutching the heart tightly isn’t nearly as pleasing as caressing it, enticing it…

  54. BratscheWarrior dice:

    to swoon like a crooner wearing an all black suit. Or a robber robbing a train. Or a pig eating his grease. Or a mustache growing like a weed. Or a bagel rolling in a ball. Or a cup of coffee throwing itself on a …

  55. Nick dice:

    antique clowns nose once used by the well known anonymous pilchard of the Raj. If only I could remember what I never knew then I just may be able to forget the future and…

  56. BratscheWarrior dice:

    EAT EAT EAT!!!! ‘cos that’s all i wanna do. All kinds of food. Blood oranges, pasta, egg foo young, ink blots, kittens, omega 3 fatty acids, muscles, tendons, ligaments, logs, fogs, nogs, wogs, FLOGS!!!! He came up the subway stairs, spraypainting something on the wall. He started writing his name: F L Y H I S M X E E R. But he was tapped on the back by…

  57. ensonar dice:

    a nut crape. A vaudeville cape, mining lakes of untrustworthyness. Eponymously enchanting the vascular symphony of belching timberchards, knotted vineyards and scarred butter cars. Bloated beyond recognition…

  58. BratscheWarrior dice:

    our hero unceremoniously listened to a song. Harps played, strings tremoloed, and all was right in the world…

  59. BratscheWarrior dice:

    and he became sad. What would he do? He simply did not have the money to buy a forticating octopus. Why could they simply not give him what he needed when all he wanted to do was better himself. What COULD he do? The only thing he could do was get over it. Find another way. He swirled his stew in a beaker he kept by his bed. He opened the window and YELLED ” …..