When Grace O’Malley, Pirate Queen (aka @octoberesque on the Twitters) tempts you with a game, you say yes.
Or I do. I’m a sucker like that.
If you aren’t familiar with Surrealist party games, check this out. In her version, six players each sent her a piece of the puzzle, for my part? Seven words, evocative, meaningful words. She went to work in the alchemist’s laboratory that is her imagination, and spun our words into gold. Strange, enchanting, unusual gold. (and yes, Rumpelstiltskin and alchemy into the metaphor blender–whee!)
In the spirit of collaboration, she’s offered us the piece to share. If you’d prefer to read it in situ, feel free. Stick around. Her poetry and prose is wondrous strange and gives me the best kinds of shivers. But for your amusement, I present our exquisite corpse:
love, love. yippee! again!
also, damn that Denis Leary. it bears repeating.
“Surfing the wake of an adagio of hurt…”
Yowsa!
(I know “yowsa” isn’t word-alchemy, and yet.)
As a side note, I love references to the taste of meat.
(this doesn’t sound quite right either, but still. it’s true enough.)
So, yep. I’m sticking with Yowsa!
It’s so rare that I feel like I should have been wearing a seatbelt when I read prose.
Wow.
Just. Wow.
Wowza, my head is spinning.
And I like your metaphorical blender! :>
what Julie said
that line was straight bad ass. I like this game. I stalked, I mean said hello to her on teh Twitterz. wow, cool piece.
Sigh.
This Pirate Queen is some genius. I look forward to getting to know her.
And the blender? Love the blender!