This may be old hat, but I’m proposing a site for collaborative poetry where each contributor finishes the latest writer’s verses and adds unfinished verses of his/her own. The added stanza would have about four lines with the last word on each line missing. The poetry would not have to rhyme, and the unfinished poetry need not be original though the result (+ 1 word/verse) should be. If two happen to annotate the same stanza, then the next contributor could choose to build on either one.

For example, if the latest contribution ended with:

Without ___
as a ___
swoops on an ___
Love shakes my ___

The next might be:

Without sound
as a hound
swoops on an innocent
Love shakes my tent

There was a young lady from ___
Who had a small problem with ___.
Whenever it ___,
She had to go ___,
And ever since then she’s been___.
-- FarmerJohn, Jul 24 2002

Exquisite Corpse http://www.cybersta...n-mike/history.html
Baked since at least the 1920s, by some artsy-fartsy French people . You can probably do it online someplace. [rmutt, Jul 24 2002, last modified Oct 21 2004]

Online Esquisite Corpse http://bluestem.hor...edu/ecs/default.htm
Dang looks like someone beat me to implementing this [beretboy, Jul 28 2002, last modified Oct 21 2004]

FarmerJohn
in my hovel
I enjoy your bacon
When you were gone
a collaborative novel
we were makin'

The 'bakery
was crashin'
no fakery
no trashin'

Seems the story
written with a fervor
got so gory
it crashed the server
-- thumbwax, Jul 24 2002


This idea has a certain Pam Ayres quality.
-- calum, Jul 24 2002


This inspires horrid visions of Match Game '74 and Nipsy Russell.
-- waugsqueke, Jul 24 2002


What, all this because I trashed a Sappho poem?

"Pam Ayres quality":

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me brain,
And spotted the perils an' pain,
All the thinkin' I thought,
And the sweet sticky rot,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me brain.
-- FarmerJohn, Jul 24 2002


Half-Baked: Mad Libs? Magnetic Poetry (often applied on the "fridge," altered or finished by next reader) Of course if you are expecting "high brow" poetry worthy on literary merit alone, then somewhat new if via the internet
-- MadMax, Jul 24 2002


Mushrooms
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. we

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth
Our foot's in the door.

for Miles.
-- po, Jul 24 2002


all credit to Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963)
-- po, Jul 25 2002


I like punch, I like pie, I really wish, I could fly.

Thankyou.....
-- amazing, Jul 29 2002


Just want someone to play online esquiste corpse with me... see the link...

http://bluestem.hort.purdue.edu/ecs/default.htm
-- futurebird, May 01 2004


It's unfortunate that the link is dead. But there appear to be other online exquisite corpse tools now.
-- normzone, Feb 06 2015



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