Dracula’s Exquisite Corpse
Exquisite Corpse is game that was popularised by surrealist artists in the 1920s. Participants write or draw on a piece of paper then fold their contribution over so it’s concealed and pass it on to the next player. The name is derived from a phrase that came up when the game was first played, “Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau.”
Over the coming months we’re going to be holding our own online Dracula The Untold Story themed Exquisite Corpse. To join in simply fill out the form below with your one line response to this week’s stimulus (1 line only please, no paragraphs!). At the end of the week those responses will be released as an exquisite corpse poem in the order they were received and a new stimulus will be put up. Feel free to play with reordering the responses as you see fit and share them with us.
This week’s stimulus:
“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”
Last week’s stimulus:
“Left Munich at 8:35pm on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46am, but train was an hour late.”
Last week’s exquisite corpse
So of course, never one to wait for anyone or anything, she’d gone. That one, looked at the sun and sneezed like Prometheus Time was itself nothing more than a proxy, an inadequate expression of the creature whose long tail continued to spasm into the present, the maelstrom of heaves and happenings crammed into the container of human understanding. My eye was immediately drawn to her, sitting there with that scarf falling from her neck and her scent consumed my mind with memories. Open to place and time, devoid of context.