Deep Carnivale
- When
- 10am to 5pm
Saturday, Sept. 27, 2008 - Where
- The Cuban Club and along 14th Street, between Palm Avenue and 9th Avenue
Ybor City
Tampa Florida
(map) - What
- Readings by authors and poets, songs sung by songwriters, child-friendly performances, games, activites, food and non-alcoholic beverages
- Who
- Children and families
- Admission
- Free admission, no tickets required
2007 Exquisite Corpse
Wet with weeping sky the pitter-pattering
Babies slide and slip naked feet along the enchanting stream
Of red and darkening brick
Bare-footed kisses on the clay worn face of Ybor
Passion slides through fine stubble pinpricks
Just barely stinging, but coarse even on lips
To spark its surge into hidden veins and bricks
And wounded rooms where the hearts still ticks
A stricken time by push and pull, the fleshy roll
Which never stops with out a start.
Like laughter, in and out contained, in one wide jolt
...That stifled echoes in the dark
The casted players seemed prepared
As blackbirds dominated air,
Squawking warnings graying skies
I watched the shadows sashay by
As they danced the way they should
They laughed
Your heart raced
I could feel it beating through the floor
Like a room above
The Cotton Club
Those ghost rhythms
Of Harlem 1934
Now take one more drink from the well of hope
Young, aspiring, artist, dreaming of stardom
Catch the dust of magic, remnants from the famous and infamous
Be at home amongst fellow warriors
City soldiers climbing high
Fighting for
Peaceful coexistence
Concealed on the
Capitalist plan
Camouflaged I sky scrapper coffee shops
Lepidoptera smug in their absurd ties
Threatened by the collapsing of colossal dead end veins
A warm feeling yes smaller now
Hidden away in diminutive vessels
Phony images leak with greed
Dismiss the mess and all its stress
Source within as stillness grows
A sacred silence will unfold
And like a sweet flower unfolding,
It attracts vile parasites
Oh sacred silence, thou art sick!
The dark, inaudible noise has found you
And will destroy you
So, we'll fold you back up
And make you profane
At water's edge
Hands reveal parts broken of,
Basking in the shallow wave tossed in no apparent hurry
To return to murky depths.
A giant in the morning light, a day renewed to gain applause rousties
Acrobats contortion in a ring, elephants turn, girls dangle from a rope
Clappers still hunger for diversion
But the lot is empty now.
Open our hearts to others' dreams
Share what our experience has seen
Learn, give, accept, create
Sunlight and darkness, shine through moon beams
0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10... and proceed. The
Energy from that star became transfixed
Against the fractal sky it scattered
Across the surface below...sparking undulating full fathom
Digging deep into our minds
Reflecting humans killing Australian Pines
Live without God, but without sun we die
Footprints of consumption not indigenous lie
Australian Pines have no friends, sigh...
Perhaps Jesus hit you with a tree?
Or perhaps Jesus threw toast at you
Would the toast have jam?
Does Jesus even like toast?
Yes Jesus likes toast the most with Mary Magdalene
Strawberry jam and fresh butter churned by 12 faithful friends
Into whose souls he looked deep and wondered
At the strange and mysterious dance of human meat
About Exquisite Corpse
Among Surrealist techniques exploiting the mystique of accident was a kind of collective collage of words or images called the cadavre exquis (exquisite corpse).
Based on an old parlor game, it was played by several people, each of whom would write a phrase on a sheet of paper, fold the paper to conceal part of it, and pass it on to the next player for his contribution.
Read more about the Exquisite Corpse at the Exquisite Corpse website.
For the 2008 Deep Carnivale's Exquisite Corpse, 20 artists each produced produced a four-line stanza of a larger poem. The first artist wrote four lines, then passed the last line of that poem on to the next artist, who used the line as a theme for his or her stanza, and so on until twenty-one stanzas were created.
Each artist then illustrated their individual poem on a four-by-eight foot canvas. The pieces were then hung during Deep Carnivale in the brick arches of the sidewalk terrace of the El Pasaje building at the corner of East 9th Avenue and North 14th Street.
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