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Howya been, Nelly? |
Aw, shucks. Have you ever heard of surrealist dialogues? My best friend L. and I used to do them all the time in high school and since. You need two people. One person writes the first half of a sentence (whose form has been agreed upon) and the second person writes the second half. This is done without consultation. You can also do questions, so one person writes "what is..." questions, and the other person writes "it is..." answers. The coolest part about this is that the quality of responses you get is entirely independent of the quality of brains you have participating in the exercise. When we were seniors in high school, L. and I got the chance to teach 2 English classes for a day, one Advanced Placement and the other remedial. We did the dialogues in both classes, and both classes had a lot of fun doing them, and both classes' dialogues turned out really well. The artistry comes in the way that the two people's phrases combine...sometimes it's like you and your partner are psychically linked, the way the two of you think of the same imagery at the same time. L. and I did some on Saturday. Here are some examples: L: When the prostitute's white hand presses the window... R: ...lives will be given away for free L: When an unseemly laugh is the only sound in the hall... R: ...an old man will discover his heart among stones R: What is a lantern made of ice? L: It is a lover without a pulse R: What is a beam in the eye? L: It is a shard of red glass on a dirty floor R: What is the secret of the sibyl? L: It is the last hope of the idealists R: If words carried weight... L: ...then the misers would swallow their coins L: If a lion's claws stroked the child's head... R: ...then Jonah would swallow the whale R: When flames leave the heart untouched... L: ...the gold of a pure heart will melt and lose form R: When darkness no longer hides the mysteries... L: ...the last whimper of a crying child will echo And our favorite (in which I borrowed from Tod Ashley of Cop Shoot Cop): L: If perverse joy were the only remedy for pain R: ...then murder would be a kind of inner peace |
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I've been fine. |
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That's kind of sweet, actually. |
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Oh, I like that. |
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