Defined according to wikipedia as: a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled, the result being known as the exquisite corpse. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule or by being allowed to see the end of what the previous person contributed.
This is what my posse and myself chisled out after cutting and reorganizing our procedurally produced lines taken from various original texts (in case you were wondering, my text was Leaf Storm by Mr. Marquez). The final product, lacking a proper name, in prose poem form.
Given birth with eyes recovering the tone of voice, there was a delay for sounding out the generality of mankind. Legs with hands resting on the chair, waiting for an interest in Irish folklore, he was born the son of the great black bird, knowing he was in his movement and the associated material. Suddenly, in the other side of the path, the fern parted. Savage cunning, the head moved slowly, taking in the dusk. Surrounded on all sides by the mixed up combination of innocence, his shoes slipped as far as visible nature extends. Later the Reverend sat trembling and crying among the nettles with his hat on to look at the ashes, as the hazel tried to classify the species of rain. Yeats migrated close by.
