every time i play
these games, mostly from a little book called "a book of surrealist
games" where all the examples had to be translated from french, the
people around me go, "wow! that was really cool! you should put that
on a web page!"
i guess i'm eager
to please.
there are a few games
that we play. they almost always involve writing words down and usually
folding the paper so they're hidden.
- the exquisite corpse: players write down a word that is an
agreed-upon part of speech, fold the paper so it is hidden, pass the
papers on in a circle, and write another word that is a different agreed-upon
part of speech. this continues until the words form a complete sentence.
for instance, the example sentence structure in the book was "the
exquisite corpse shall drink the new wine". the chunks that make
up this sentence are: article + an adjective, noun, verb (conjugated
in any tense for a singular subject. must be able to take an object,
and include the required preposition if necessary. for instance, "danced
with" or "sits upon" or "will throw"), article
+ adjective again, then a final noun.
- questions and answers: this is our favorite, i think. players
write down a question in a certain format, to begin. the formats we
used required different beginnings to the question: "what is",
"why", "when will", "where", etc. then
the paper is folded and passed around the circle, and the next person
write an answer appropriate to the question format. for instance, the
answer to a "why" question would start with "because".
when we played this game, the answers were sometimes eerily right-on
or insightful.
- conditionals: similar to questions and answers. the first player
writes a sentence fragment beginning with "if" or "when".
the second player writes a sentence in the conditional or future tense.
for example, "if octipi wore bracelets, ships would be towed by
flies."
- opposites: the first player writes a sentence, question, statement,
fragment, whatever. the paper is NOT folded, but passed on. the second
player writes the absolute opposite of the sentence, phrase by phrase,
according to any definition of opposite. the paper is then folded to
conceal the first line but not the second. the third player writes the
opposite of this visible sentence, and things continue that way as long
as is wished. the result sort of reads like poetry.
- word association: this is best played spoken. someone says
a word, and play moves in a circle, and the next person says that word
and another word that the first word calls to mind. the third player
repeats only the last word spoken, and associates it with a new word.
play tends to go quickly and sometimes there's a tendency to trance
out, so it can be kind of triggering and stuff. example: "tree
- tree leaves - leaves fall - fall down - down under - under the table
- table chair - chair sit... " etc.
- storytelling: this is one where the paper is never folded.
someone writes down a chunk of a story on a piece of paper then passes
it on. we do it usually with a single word (articles such as "a"
or "the" don't count), but you can do it with whole sentences,
with sentence fragments, whatever. because the paper is always visible,
the format doesn't need to be as strictly agreed-upon. people can always
self-correct as to grammar and whatnot.
whew! that said, i want to share with you some of our favorite funny/startling/disturbing/surreal/insightful/wacky
examples. in no particular order. you'll just have to wade through them
all to find the best gems. font styles are consistent; that is to say,
a certain font style is used for a certain person, and that style is always
used, and different styles are used for each different person. most of
these were done by the paradox
collective, us the myriad,
kaleidoscope house, and darksouls.
- Who is responsible for my birth?
The man with the child in his eyes.
- What is paranoia?
It is that which we never see, the eyes hidden in the
shadows.
- Why does the bleakness of morning leave me speechless?
Because anyone knows that two plus two equals five.
- When will the madness stop?
Not until you stop running from the things in your
head.
- Who is going to save me?
A child, abadoned by the side of the road.
- Where did I lose my innocence?
In a far away land where no one speaks a language that
you can understand.
- What is my name?
It is the silence at the end of the universe.
- Why is the universe so full of pain?
Because a child, once grown, can never return home.
- What is the use of recovery?
It is spring and morning and night; it is the moon
and the sun in the sky at once.
- What is the point of my life?
A hopeless pursuit; a game where everybody loses.
- Why can't I stop hurting myself?
Because the sun rises whether or not you will it.
- What is the reason for this Hell I am in?
It is pure darkness, and it is cleaner than the light.
- Why can I not abandon this urge to die?
Because you can't keep the things that matter most
to you.
- What is the nature of love?
There is no meaning intrinsic to anything - only what
one brings to it.
- Why am I stuck here; why can't I get free?
Because every thought tears through my mind like a
screeching demon and I cannot breathe.
- What is the essence of childhood?
It is emptines, darkness; anyone who says otherwise
is a liar.
- Who is the fairest of them all?
It's your mom.
- Why should I try to change things?
Because you are shadowed by them, even now.
- How can I ever forgive myself?
The only way to do it is to forget everything you learned
about math, and to invent a whole new set of numbers.
- Where do all the missing socks go?
In a hiding place under the stairs?
- When will I ever learn?
When you learn to love yourself.
- Why am I so stupid?
Because you secretly wanted it to be that way.
- How does one attain enlightenment?
By fastening the straps very tightly.
- What is God?
42.
- What is spam?
It is the meaning contained within the bloody entrails.
- Why do children make me cry?
Because no one can stand in the searing light of their
own truth, and survive.
- Why does the past haunt me so?
Because no one can see what is directly behind them.
- What is the nature of the soul?
It is devastating, and there are no survivors.
- Why do things fall when I drop them?
Because you are beautiful, and truth is beauty.
- What on earth are you doing with that tube?
It is a dance with no beginning and no end.
- Why does the madness never end?
Because the galaxies of my mind are more full of darkness
than light, and the stars always wink out.
- If Hitler had never been born, no
one would know my name.
- When the fire is fed enough, small
gods will laugh, rubbing their bellies.
- When I can finally stare into my soul, the
moon will blot out the sun, and there will be unimaginable sorrow throughout
the land.
- When the pages of the past are erased, I
will surely perish in eternal darkness.
- If children were wanted, then
nothing of me would be remembered.
- When the pendulum returns to center, then
midnight will be as bright as noon, and tears will shatter in the hand.
- When the icy water of compassion finally flows through
my soul, then God himself will sit and weep,
forgetting the world.
- If I had committed suicide, there
would still be music in my soul.
- A sloppy little girl
ran to the ineffable
man.
- An atrocious trembler
erratically consumed
the deformed candle.
- The curvy scholar
unknowingly tried to lick
the weeping bowl of blood
while hurtling towards the
murmuring prison cell.
- The soft child devours a bright red martyr.
- The excruciating flower
clutched at an anonymous
skirt below a
festering tube of lipstick.
- The screaming rapist
nearly ran to the
infantile mouth.
- The trembling pile of vomit
forcibly molests the
seductive feather boa far
from an unrepentant alleyway.
- A shit-covered anteater
hesitantly tormented
its own monk.
- An evaporating cube of sugar
secretively mutilated
another worn-out priest.
- The springy cock
ate a silly mortician.
- Farting cannot become
a particular kind
of habit, because
farting is doomed.
It will die
in the foxhole,
aesthetically speaking. Another
portentious rumor is
that explosive styrofoam
tastes like liver
and must be
gourmet, but really
epicurean palates require
a more subtle
dish, such as
xochitlqoatl marinated in
crab dung. But
pundits pontificate overmuch
about the INS'
deportation policies, but
nothing changes when
the primary colors
run rampant. After
Bush became gibberingly
apelike upon election
day, it seemed
inevitable to everyone
that shaved weasels
would invade sooner
than expected. In
the nether regions
of our great
nation, God zerberts
us, felching into
our mouths. The End!