Jester’s ‘Exquisite Corpse’ Collaboration

| May 31, 2011

Great to see so many of you participating in the session on Jesters and creative see(k)ing. Copied below is your amazing collaborative discourse that both IS– and is about– play, ambiguity, uncertainty, and risk-taking beyond the ‘frame.’

Jester’s Exquisite Corpse* 5/26/11

(*Note: a forward slash [/] indicates the beginning of a new player’s contribution.)

The creative mind, Jung said, plays with the objects it loves. The creation

of something new is not accomplished by the intellect

but by the play instinct/

the utterings of  a fool

who enjoys the moon and the night full of shooting stars that no one will ever see/ the lights

of the city,/ brilliant and decayed at the same time/

on two watches,

four hands/ that feel as soft as your face,/ as beautiful

as a stopped clock/ tick

tock/ time and time implies, no– it is– passage,

passing/

trillium fields/ butterfly brook ripples and moving/ toward something

vague, but leaving something specific—that’s all that matters/

“But. Why?”/ “I don’t remember.”

But I will

say that

when the

boy put on

his wings

and jumped

down off of the fence he somehow managed to grab the mane of Pegasus/

lays me above you/ and I celebrate your reach

to those beyond all of us./

DEADLY NOTIONS SOMETIMES/ create darkness

and

a sense

of shadows/

too long for sighing

too dark for seeing/

and yet the light shone brightly and the shadows,/

which came alive and hid from us so that we were alone and looking

for comfort./  XXXXXXXXXX XXXX XX XXXXXXXXXXXX

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in between the space and silence