Exquisite Corpse Stories!

For those who don't know, an exquisite corpse is a creative work--whether a story, poem, drawing, or other medium--in which multiple people contribute to its creation. The students of LA 2 each contributed a line in the creation of the following stories. Unfortunately one of the corpses has gone missing. Keep your eyes out around VCS.
But here are the other two we created in class last week:

The first corpse:
     I woke up in a daze. I quickly realized that my lemming pinata was missing from my small room. So I jumped out the window and banged my head on the lawn. Then I realized just how stupid I was. I lent it to my buddy, Carl, but he went bowling at Lucky Lanes.
     I went to Lucky Lanes, home of the PINATA-EATING DEMON. When I arrived I could smell the pinata-eating demon. He crept up behind me, but I did a barrel roll, confusing him. I pulled out my anti-demon sword. And he fell over dead! But the moment he died all of his buddies came out and chopped my bowling ball to pieces.
     Then I got so angry that I took my sword and chucked it at one of the demon's buddies. As his limbs fizzed and popped, the demon's buddies ran away.
I am never going bowling again.

 The second corpse:
     Mr. Flemingerberman was walking down the street outside of his house, when a tall man pulled him off to the side. "Hello," he said, "I am here to take all your money as well as your twains and caws." He grabbed all of Flemingerberman's money and rode off, but Flemingber had a plan.
     Flemmingberger, you must remember, was super cool, so he started chasing the tall man. The man pulled a knife and Mr. F pulled a bazooka on tall man. They were about to create mutually agreed destruction. They stood there for hours waiting for the other person to charge. There was so much much tension in the air that oxygen molecules started to look like O3 instead of O2. The city was abandoned, except for the two people.     
     Finally the tall man threw his knife at Mr. F and started to run away. Mr. F dropped his bazooka and pulled on a jet pack. He turned the jet pack on and was about to take off, but then the engine sputtered and black smoke filled the air. He fell into the water, but tried to fix the electric ignition while he was in the water. Needless to say, he was shocked horribly.
     So he started to walk home along the empty roads to have some lunch. And when he got home he was greeted by a knife, a bazooka, and the tall guy saying, "Hello, my name is Javier, my last is Gustavo, and I live on the coast. Hasta la vista, baby!" And Mr. F fell down.
     So the world was a better place.

Frank Kafka, the Rock Opera?

You've got to watch this. Enjoy!

A couple drawings from the Kafka biography illustrated by R. Crumb

Franz Kafka Website

Check out the Franz Kafka website.

Audio Version of The Metamorphosis

Hey there,
For those of you who might be interested, I found a audio version of Franz Kafka's "The Metamorphosis" online. I love audio books. You all should check it out. Here are the links:

• Part I
• Part II
• Part III

Hey, I just discovered that the famous cartoonist, R. Crumb, illustrated a biography about Franz Kafka. Here's one of his drawings...

Samuel Bak's Holocaust Paintings

Samuel Bak is a surrealist painter who is renowned for his representations of Jewish experience during and after World War II. His paintings are heavy with symbolism, and piecing together all of the symbols into a single interpretation can be like piecing together a puzzle. If you want to learn more about him, check out the website: Wikipedia/Samuel Bak

Exquisite (Sonnet) Corpses

Here are LA2's exquisite corpses in the style of a Shakespearean Sonnet:

Corpse #1:
I went on a bike ride past the great frog.
Oh my god, look y'all! A little brown bat.
I am going to hit you with a big log.
I would love to eat many large cooked bats.

Here comes Dave with the mood of a sad slave.
I can't believe this is the accepted norm.
I once met a guy named Maggle Mamave.
My god! I really hate this uniform.

I like to hit people with a big club.
I spilled. Good thing I have some pam on hand.
The sub was on the screen with the dumb sub.
I am totally all the way a man.

It's so cold. I wish it was sunny May.
And so he slept throughout the whole, big day.


Corpse #2:
I am a large troll; I live in a bog.
Here comes a cat in a flimsy white cap.
My eyes cannot see through all of the fog.
I hit my friend with a baseball bat.

He lived in a very small and dark cave.
Hi there, kids. Did you know my name is Norm?
I have a slave who lives in a large cave.
The  dorm was scared because of the big storm.

I want to go take a small, quick tub.
I drove a nice car. It was a minivan.
Look here, Mommy, I'm swimming in the tub.
He will hit you with the black cooking pan.

We ran outside so we could run and play.
Since the month is may we should make way.