JANUARY 18 GAMES
CC, ML, SC
Collaborative Collage
Combination of Blueballing & Silhouette Games
Listening Game
January 11 Games
Therefore games
The black dog whimpers in your ear, therefore the encyclopedia is shedding wordform. That is why legumes have laid waste to an entire generation
Caterpillars feast on the carcass of grandfather whale, therefore the orangutan turns inside out. That is why we must never talk about scissors out loud.
A cathartic swarm does a spiral dance to the sun, therefore the golden calf has become a peppermint stick. That is why we celebrate Christmas.
The minutia in the dessert wafts inside your lungs to sleep, therefore the bubbles form spinal fluid celebrations. That is why we can’t untie you.
Corpulent houseflies are writing in the book of damned witches, therefore the birthday-rabbit is nowhere to be found. That is why fireflies can’t have babies.
Collective Poem (each player wrote two or three lines, then folded and passed)
Sad trombone-playing dog
Where is your cosmic door handle?
Where is your recyclable sponge?
The hedge is crossed by night
And sleep wanderers howl to the event horizon
But the pebbles once tossed are tossed eternally
The hawks cry, neon yellow, tingles in the soles of my feet.
A concerto of slamming doors, a slow crescendo.
I see you standing in a white dress, holding a ham.
A record player on the surface of the sun
Plays a jupiter waltz
For the saturn sky wedding
The minotaur rages in lust and asphyxiation
While mother willow tree sways in sympathy
And apathy settles down to sleep
Silhouette Game
– With SM, SC, & CC.
Drawing Games – Jan 10
Drawing games with Steven Cline, Casi Cline, and Aaron Dylan Kearns.
Return of the Sun
The night began with an idiosyncratic solstice ritual of our own, during part of which two participants both pulled the sun tarot card. Earlier in the week ML had also found a large sun face which we placed nearby, acting as a sort of watcher-guardian. Afterwards, we vaguely remembered having played the Mask Game for Peculiar Mormyrid two years ago, and thought it might be worthwhile to try it again with this new Sun Face. We looked up the questions and added a few more, but did not re-read the old answers and did not remember them. Afterwards, we noticed some interesting cross pollination between the two games. The belly of a whale seems to be an especially common spawning ground for mask-spirits, and most are oviparous. The scent of turpentine in the air may also be a telltale sign that a mask is near…
(The original Mask Game can be found here.)
Describe this object’s life cycle.
ML: It is like a coral, constantly producing microscopic beams of warmth.
SC: The mask is a maoist revolutionary who on the eve of his 31st birthday grew celestial tentacles and catapulted into space.
CC: It begins as a singularity, and expands into a pod filled with world eggs. It grows for a thousand years until it bursts, which sends the world egg shooting out from it in all directions including time.
There is a land where everyone is born with this mask on their face. What does that world look like?
ML: It is a veil of smoke through which the occasional glimmer of another face is seen and then lost.
SC: Fur and wheat grow from the earth. The Sunface are many, and the Surface are confused. The Sunnose is ripe.
CC: It is a completely dark planet but nobody can tell it is dark because they are wearing a mask of light.
To what emotion does it correspond?
ML: Patient, pained.
SC: Transformative joy & hunger without object.
CC: Optimistic yet dubious
What scent goes with it?
SC: Turpentine
ML: Cardamom & Campfire smoke
CC: Chamomile
Can it die and, if so, how?
ML: Yes, loneliness can bring its core temperature down until it dissolves as brittle ash.
SC: No
CC: Yes, but only if it is born inside the belly of a whale that has become beached.
Does the mask have a lover? Who?
SC: A dark haired lady with two sentient black boots. The boots are expelling sweat, and the boots are shivering.
ML: It has in eye but not consumed.
CC: Yes, it has many. Its newest and most energetic lover is the celestial lion with the mask of the moon.
What is the mask thinking right now?
ML: My lips are dry.
SC: I will kill you. Stop prying.
CC: I am a black star inside.
What is its name?
ML: Calum
SC: Charley
CC: Zinia
Dream on the longest night of the year
I dream of a women who has broken the law. She runs away, and reaches a beach. They send a giant fiery ball to find her and execute her. She is laying down on the beach, and a blue heron sees her and falls in love with her. The fiery ball locates her, but he sees the heron first and becomes confused. This gives her time to escape into the ocean where the fiery ball cannot reach her. -CC
MASK SPIRIT LAYING EGGS INSIDE THE BELLY OF A WHALE
House of Mysticum
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Games
With Steven Cline, Casi Cline, Steve Morrison, Megan Leach – illustrated by Megan Leach
Air (an opera for breath) by Steve Morrison
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Featuring heavy breathing by Steven Cline, Casi Cline, Megan Leach, & Steve Morrison
Games with Guy Girard
A. Plato said that any cop can be a poet
B. Therefore millipedes will stampede through your daydreams
C. This is why the moon is red
A.The cattle wail their milk from throbbing teats
B. Therefore hedgehogs may tunnel deep
C. This is why Atlanta is the window of Atlantis
A. Toes multiply on the 5th of June
B. Therefore my pillow is full of spiders
C. So be careful when you drink marbles through your navel
Famous Dates of Surrealism:
Today: Sigmund Freud is analyzed by the marx brothers.
Also Today: Marx Ernst procreates with Man Ray to beget an infinity sponge.
May 13, 1968: Giorgio watched a film that resembled his dream and concluded that which is untranslatable.
July 14 1942: Leonora Carrington decided to use purple ink to write her obituary.
August 7, 1967: That infamous day when franklin rosemont invented an egg purifier machine.
July 21, 1990: Hieronymus Bosch was taught to ride a bicycle.
August 7, 1849: Benjamin Peret swallowed an ostritch whole.
May 4, 1792: Gerard De Nerval is invited to a Sioux pow-wow.
1 Minute B.C: A letter came for the department of dream research calling for an immediate cease and desist due to copyright infringement.
Jan. 1 1923 – The babel tower is destroyed by the survivors of the raft of medusa
The face of surrealism is a lion in a cabbage
The cabbage of a lion is not a surrealism face
the face of surrealism likes to see lions eat cabbage
the feet of academicism hates to listen to antelopes drinking coca cola
the hands of antelopes eat coca cola academics
antelopean cocaine is an academic practice largely involving hands
A toad is not a toad stool
a stool can be a toad if it eats a magic mushroom
a nail on a nail threatens frogs on a cherry tree
a sphere can give life to tadpoles inside the planets core
the core of a tadpole is anti-spherical in nature and unable to give life
the charming prince’s brain is the perfect cube used now as a gravestone
The cataleptic woman likes to live inside her seashell
the hysterical male prefers to die on the other side of the moon
the calm woman may prefer to live on the front of the sun
the sun may not affront the woman if her preference is to live
a black star wishes to fight with a superman transformed into a zombie
“What’s about to happen in this picture?” A Game
Coal-black lung drips under cloak. Aren’t they swell in the swollen summer? And aren’t they living?
The light overcomes the house and makes everything become transparent even the earth and I walk over to it and everything shatters like glass and I fall through the glass and feel glass cutting into my skin.
Windows like to watch, too. Maybe they don’t look it, but they are the most accomplished voyeurs in the world of architecture and modern designers don’t quite know what to do about it. Perhaps a change and/or abolishment of all laws of decency indecently forced on us since the advent of the wheel would fix the problem.
The black door expands, becomes bristly brown porcupine fur. It lengthens and pops. Becomes liquid and gas. It opens the way.
Something then exits the front door as a sludge. It comes down the hill and it covers them up to their necks smothering like molasses or a cold thick honey and they remain trapped there suspended and barely able to move.
A dung beetle’s ball soon rolls into view, swiftly followed by its concerned beetle parent. Dogs run by, barking joyfully. Snakes sprout like roses.
Collective text / Megan Leach, Steven Cline, Casi Cline
Nov. 27 Games
The Flesh-eating books have become enraged.
Therefore the somber orange hue remains visible.
That is why ovaries never sing.
The larva cannot become a ladybug.
Therefore the earth is unraveling.
This is why the larvae should eat cinnamon.
The clouds are dripping marshmallow juice.
Therefore the great hibernation has begun.
That is how mitochondria may become enlightened.
Casi has transformed into Mt. Fuji.
Therefore the fronds parted.
This is why the ears are sprouting lizard tongues.
The road outside is made of mice.
Therefore the frog’s gaze continued unwavering in its deceit.
That is how endocytic stains may be erased.
Carpel tunnels are interwoven into the city.
Therefore the goat begat a groan.
This is why the flew to the lighthouse.
Catfish fly higher than any other fruit.
Therefore a spiderweb plague is brewing.
That is why we sprouted wings.
Witches eat calf blood for lunch.
Therefore a spirit knocks at the door.
This is why equilibrium is attainable.
Swamps call out for more moles and better wages.
Therefore electricity turns into blood.
That’s because a cat’s sins cannot be conceived.
Snakes duck into the homes of bee aficionados.
Therefore your coat is reciting the alphabet.
That is why sound was removed from our conscious memory.
PREDICTIONS FOR 2019
Jan 2: Kitten entrails get together to start a revolution.
Feb 2: Multifarious moles will divulge their secret teachings.
March 3: A torpal wind will carry a fine swarm of bees to the moon.
April 17: Extraterrestrial honeybees will impregnate all storage sheds.
May 17: Trump’s entrails will be consumed by birds.
June 1: Each creature will grow a second shadow.
August 3: The Earth will shed its crust and grow scales.
(Megan, Casi, Steven)
