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Zarf Vantongerloo

Obscure Resident

Join date: 22 Jun 2005

Posts: 110

10-21-2005 23:12

Tonight a few of us had a blast playing Pass It On Poetry. I thought I'd post some of the poems we wrote.

Pass It On Poetry is a game where each person secretly writes a line of a poem having only seen the immediatly previous line. A sort of Dada-esque nonsense ensues...

I'll be holding more of these events soon - look for 'em. You can also join the group "Passing Poet Society" for announcements...

"ode to a laggy sim"
here I stand, waiting for the walls to rez
here I stand trying to escape
but my feet won't move and my arm's asleep
and I've got bills to pay and appointments to keep
so whatever the issue was with the server, I don't give a beep
I just want my hair to rezz and I'll be a happy avatar
Thank God my bits are in the car
though without the rest of me we won't get very far

"Why does my necklace bling bling, so?"
Is it the sun that shines, or the moon at night that makes my necklace bling so bright?
Or is it the flashing dance floor, blue, red and green?
The bling on my ring somehow seems to swing
the blinb, the bling, that damned pesky thing
I'd rather have a slinky... a slinky... oh, for a slinky on a string!
A slinky... a slinky now how's that for bling?!

and our 20 line opus:

"An avatar forever voyaging"
I take off from the telehub, heding West across the continent
Unrezzed palm trees as far as the pixellated eyes can see...
or, not see, for, the avatar dreams of seeing all the metaverse has to offer...it
ascends the primitive mountain, and dives the virtual seas, flies the friendly skys above and feels the meta-breeze. It...
hears the call of wander, it hears the call of wonder
slowly, I enter the tree house; what wonderous prims lie within?
could it be a large butterfly, a dragonfly or as small as a pin
Avatar grabs it softly in it's palm, but, the beautiful creature escapes
pixelating in a swirl of glittering colors and fluttering away as if on a puff of imagined wind.
magically, an aanimated pink elephant appears, and says "How d'you do?"
I'm looking to find my way to the zoo
I wonder what I will find, will it be you?
will it be the butterfly? a digibee? or another graphically enhanced artificial human? I can only say...
it will be unreal, yet it will be real. It will be alive, as only our imagination can make it alive. It will be.
If it were not to be, this world we know, would terminate... and so I wonder what "it" is, and is "it", so?
Such thoughts seem odd in my virtual state, yet I cannot shake them, they make such sense. The...
irnoy is that I cannot decide whether the life we call real is the game after all..
So, it's off to another sim, another build to explore... the dirty dishes be damned!
leaveing the newbies behind and and burrying my head in the sand
I rest, for a day and two weeks, for there will always a nother newbie avatar to forever voyage on in digiternity.

These poems were written by (more or less):

Alisa Honey
Cutter Rubio
Omaire Abattoir
Riesen Cinquetti
Robin Vogel
and Zarf Vantongerloo

Gabe Lippmann

"Phone's ringing, Dude."

Join date: 14 Jun 2004

Posts: 4,219

10-21-2005 23:23

Awesome, Zarf. Saw the event too late. Looks like you guys had fun.

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Robin vogel

Virtually Real

Join date: 8 Oct 2004

Posts: 94

10-22-2005 08:48

look for this in the future....we really did have a good time!

Also, dont wrry about coming in late....you can help create the poem with the touch of your virtual fingers.

Thanks, Zarf for a very pleasant evening

Rhiannon Chatnoir

elf gardener-poet-artist

Join date: 26 Jan 2005

Posts: 74

10-22-2005 09:16

dada is dead... long live dada!!

A verbal play on the whole exquisite corpse idea...great stuff and too bad I missed it.

Omaire Abattoir

O-Magine

Join date: 26 Jun 2004

Posts: 86

10-25-2005 12:35

Just to add, this was one of the funnest things I've done in SL in regards to events.

Completely relaxed and being creative, while laughing, chatting and learning.

And did I mention, original?

I strongly recommend watching for the next event. You don't have to be a poet, you don't have to know technicals, you only need to want to be creative and meet some fun peeps!

Right on, Zarf.

O

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Zarf Vantongerloo

Obscure Resident

Join date: 22 Jun 2005

Posts: 110

New Poems

10-29-2005 22:00

Last night we played Pass It On Poetry again. This time with a halloween theme. Here are some of our better ones.

"the witche's hat"
I went outside but was full of fright
and screams of terror filled the night
the dandruff fell fluffy and white
our witch, it seems, has a might plight!
there be no toad, nor eye of newt, in any shoppe for miles
But then again, thats what friends are for

"Zombies from the Deep"
They ooze from the waves like blood from a womb
they climb and creep up from their toomb
their bones are cold, their teeth a-clatter
And their eye are as cold as space
like fruit on the trees
or the grapes on the vines
will shrivel like your breasts
your blood will freeze like witches breath
And cold electric numbs your body
Until the skin turns ghoulish green
Then when her hair burns, a lucid
dream, it's over, nothing in between.

"Masked Ball in the Private Sim"
There was a secret pose ball full of prims
and it was best of all the sims
the prim food was out, the drinks were rezzed
and some of the guests were quite underdressed
and others were dressed in their Sunday best
However, when they tried to dance, it was at the behest...
of Governor Linden, in his Sunday best...
proclaimed, "Dear citizens, I will restore your balls..."
If you will do me but one small task...
I promise not to remove your mask
but instead will try to kiss your asp

The citizens marveled at the absurdity and booed...

And in honor of the roll out of 1.7:

"Night of the Living Prims"
They rezzed quite slowly, transparent, gray...
and how long I waited, I could not say
And so in haste, I began to pray.
I asked deliverance from the sim
and the sim said, "your call will be answered by the next available operator"
idly, I spun my AV 'round and 'round, flying up and flying down
Doing my best to see the town.
in my floor-length, sequined, tear-away gown.

These poems sprang into being with the help of:

Cocoa Columbia
Cutter Rubio
Gerami Fizz
Jef Ambassador
Lizbeth Marlowe
Robin Vogel
Shananana Fluffball
Vudu Suavage
Yatima Meiji
and Zarf Vantongerloo

Cherry Took

Mud Wrestling Champeeeen

Join date: 7 Jan 2005

Posts: 160

Great stuff Zarf!

11-08-2005 11:29

Hey you should check out the ffrc thing on funding events. This is SO rich content!

I'm gonna have to try to make it out; sounds like a blast.

Lizbeth Marlowe

The ORIGINAL "Demo Girl"

Join date: 7 May 2005

Posts: 544

Most fun I've had in a long time

11-08-2005 13:33

Zarf, you continue to bring some of the coolest stuff into my second life.
Jef and I had a blast that night. Let's do it again soon.

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Zarf Vantongerloo Obscure Resident Join date: 22 Jun 2005 Posts: 110	10-21-2005 23:12 Tonight a few of us had a blast playing Pass It On Poetry. I thought I'd post some of the poems we wrote. Pass It On Poetry is a game where each person secretly writes a line of a poem having only seen the immediatly previous line. A sort of Dada-esque nonsense ensues... I'll be holding more of these events soon - look for 'em. You can also join the group "Passing Poet Society" for announcements... "ode to a laggy sim" here I stand, waiting for the walls to rez here I stand trying to escape but my feet won't move and my arm's asleep and I've got bills to pay and appointments to keep so whatever the issue was with the server, I don't give a beep I just want my hair to rezz and I'll be a happy avatar Thank God my bits are in the car though without the rest of me we won't get very far "Why does my necklace bling bling, so?" Is it the sun that shines, or the moon at night that makes my necklace bling so bright? Or is it the flashing dance floor, blue, red and green? The bling on my ring somehow seems to swing the blinb, the bling, that damned pesky thing I'd rather have a slinky... a slinky... oh, for a slinky on a string! A slinky... a slinky now how's that for bling?! and our 20 line opus: "An avatar forever voyaging" I take off from the telehub, heding West across the continent Unrezzed palm trees as far as the pixellated eyes can see... or, not see, for, the avatar dreams of seeing all the metaverse has to offer...it ascends the primitive mountain, and dives the virtual seas, flies the friendly skys above and feels the meta-breeze. It... hears the call of wander, it hears the call of wonder slowly, I enter the tree house; what wonderous prims lie within? could it be a large butterfly, a dragonfly or as small as a pin Avatar grabs it softly in it's palm, but, the beautiful creature escapes pixelating in a swirl of glittering colors and fluttering away as if on a puff of imagined wind. magically, an aanimated pink elephant appears, and says "How d'you do?" I'm looking to find my way to the zoo I wonder what I will find, will it be you? will it be the butterfly? a digibee? or another graphically enhanced artificial human? I can only say... it will be unreal, yet it will be real. It will be alive, as only our imagination can make it alive. It will be. If it were not to be, this world we know, would terminate... and so I wonder what "it" is, and is "it", so? Such thoughts seem odd in my virtual state, yet I cannot shake them, they make such sense. The... irnoy is that I cannot decide whether the life we call real is the game after all.. So, it's off to another sim, another build to explore... the dirty dishes be damned! leaveing the newbies behind and and burrying my head in the sand I rest, for a day and two weeks, for there will always a nother newbie avatar to forever voyage on in digiternity. These poems were written by (more or less): Alisa Honey Cutter Rubio Omaire Abattoir Riesen Cinquetti Robin Vogel and Zarf Vantongerloo
Gabe Lippmann "Phone's ringing, Dude." Join date: 14 Jun 2004 Posts: 4,219	10-21-2005 23:23 Awesome, Zarf. Saw the event too late. Looks like you guys had fun. _____________________ go to Nocturnal Threads
Robin vogel Virtually Real Join date: 8 Oct 2004 Posts: 94	10-22-2005 08:48 look for this in the future....we really did have a good time! Also, dont wrry about coming in late....you can help create the poem with the touch of your virtual fingers. Thanks, Zarf for a very pleasant evening
Rhiannon Chatnoir elf gardener-poet-artist Join date: 26 Jan 2005 Posts: 74	10-22-2005 09:16 dada is dead... long live dada!! A verbal play on the whole exquisite corpse idea...great stuff and too bad I missed it.
Omaire Abattoir O-Magine Join date: 26 Jun 2004 Posts: 86	10-25-2005 12:35 Just to add, this was one of the funnest things I've done in SL in regards to events. Completely relaxed and being creative, while laughing, chatting and learning. And did I mention, original? I strongly recommend watching for the next event. You don't have to be a poet, you don't have to know technicals, you only need to want to be creative and meet some fun peeps! Right on, Zarf. O _____________________ Avs - Furniture - Other Cool Stuff
Zarf Vantongerloo Obscure Resident Join date: 22 Jun 2005 Posts: 110	New Poems 10-29-2005 22:00 Last night we played Pass It On Poetry again. This time with a halloween theme. Here are some of our better ones. "the witche's hat" I went outside but was full of fright and screams of terror filled the night the dandruff fell fluffy and white our witch, it seems, has a might plight! there be no toad, nor eye of newt, in any shoppe for miles But then again, thats what friends are for "Zombies from the Deep" They ooze from the waves like blood from a womb they climb and creep up from their toomb their bones are cold, their teeth a-clatter And their eye are as cold as space like fruit on the trees or the grapes on the vines will shrivel like your breasts your blood will freeze like witches breath And cold electric numbs your body Until the skin turns ghoulish green Then when her hair burns, a lucid dream, it's over, nothing in between. "Masked Ball in the Private Sim" There was a secret pose ball full of prims and it was best of all the sims the prim food was out, the drinks were rezzed and some of the guests were quite underdressed and others were dressed in their Sunday best However, when they tried to dance, it was at the behest... of Governor Linden, in his Sunday best... proclaimed, "Dear citizens, I will restore your balls..." If you will do me but one small task... I promise not to remove your mask but instead will try to kiss your asp The citizens marveled at the absurdity and booed... And in honor of the roll out of 1.7: "Night of the Living Prims" They rezzed quite slowly, transparent, gray... and how long I waited, I could not say And so in haste, I began to pray. I asked deliverance from the sim and the sim said, "your call will be answered by the next available operator" idly, I spun my AV 'round and 'round, flying up and flying down Doing my best to see the town. in my floor-length, sequined, tear-away gown. These poems sprang into being with the help of: Cocoa Columbia Cutter Rubio Gerami Fizz Jef Ambassador Lizbeth Marlowe Robin Vogel Shananana Fluffball Vudu Suavage Yatima Meiji and Zarf Vantongerloo
Cherry Took Mud Wrestling Champeeeen Join date: 7 Jan 2005 Posts: 160	Great stuff Zarf! 11-08-2005 11:29 Hey you should check out the ffrc thing on funding events. This is SO rich content! I'm gonna have to try to make it out; sounds like a blast.
Lizbeth Marlowe The ORIGINAL "Demo Girl" Join date: 7 May 2005 Posts: 544	Most fun I've had in a long time 11-08-2005 13:33 Zarf, you continue to bring some of the coolest stuff into my second life. Jef and I had a blast that night. Let's do it again soon.