Gero-Punk Poem: Those fickle rules

Preamble

Play and collaboration and spontaneity and complexity and creativity and rebellion are at the heart of the Gero-Punk Project.

At the most recent Gero-Punk Salon we engaged in a communal writing project, a version of what the Surrealist André Breton called the “Exquisite Corpse,” a collaborative creative process that taps into the collective unconscious. In our version of the process, we wrote eight line poems, with each of us writing a line on a sheet of paper and then folding the paper so the next writer could only see the line immediately preceding.  The poems emerged through each writer’s response to the line before, without knowing anything about the shape of the overall piece.  We were all working within the broad themes articulated in the Gero-Punk Manifesto, but each with our own ideas about what those themes might entail.

Over the next several days I will be publishing the eight Gero-Punk Poems that emerged from our creative play together. It is a Gero-Punk Poem extravaganza!

 Poem 4

poem-4

Thinking, Breathing, and Being is

the essence of living, without being bounded by age,

those fickle rules that stand in our way.

I want to break each and every one of them.

Once broken I will instill a flame of passion

a flame that reveals who I truly wish to become

standing witness to who I have been.

And finally, I’ve found who I am, and sleep.

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By: Jackie, Masaki, Cyndi, Glenna, Libby, Simeon, Aisling, & Jenny

Gero-Punk Salon, 12/11/16

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Gero-Punk Poem: I have

Preamble

Play and collaboration and spontaneity and complexity and creativity and rebellion are at the heart of the Gero-Punk Project.

At the most recent Gero-Punk Salon we engaged in a communal writing project, a version of what the Surrealist André Breton called the “Exquisite Corpse,” a collaborative creative process that taps into the collective unconscious. In our version of the process, we wrote eight line poems, with each of us writing a line on a sheet of paper and then folding the paper so the next writer could only see the line immediately preceding.  The poems emerged through each writer’s response to the line before, without knowing anything about the shape of the overall piece.  We were all working within the broad themes articulated in the Gero-Punk Manifesto, but each with our own ideas about what those themes might entail.

Over eight days I will be publishing the eight Gero-Punk Poems that emerged from our creative play together. Think of these as a Gero-Punk holiday treat.

 Poem 3

poem-3

Stop moving. Stand still. Just breathe.

Then dance the unknown dance, freely & with abandon.

That’s a good exercise for me

to simply be my own age and no age and all ages.

Time does not confine me to prescribed roles.

I have confidence in the pull of the universe.

I have confidence in the undertow of silence.

I have.

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By: Jenny, Jackie, Masaki, Cyndi, Glenna, Libby, Simeon & Aisling

Gero-Punk Salon, 12/11/16

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Gero-Punk Poem: There is a moon

Preamble

Play and collaboration and spontaneity and complexity and creativity and rebellion are at the heart of the Gero-Punk Project.

At the most recent Gero-Punk Salon we engaged in a communal writing project, a version of what the Surrealist André Breton called the “Exquisite Corpse,” a collaborative creative process that taps into the collective unconscious. In our version of the process, we wrote eight line poems, with each of us writing a line on a sheet of paper and then folding the paper so the next writer could only see the line immediately preceding.  The poems emerged through each writer’s response to the line before, without knowing anything about the shape of the overall piece.  We were all working within the broad themes articulated in the Gero-Punk Manifesto, but each with our own ideas about what those themes might entail.

Over several days I will be publishing the eight Gero-Punk Poems that emerged from our creative play together.

 Poem 2

poem-2

I have come to yet another fork in the road, my journey.

There is a moon, lighting the road ahead

which forks in a brilliant glow of unknowingness of what mystery

that mystery before I began, that mystery that will outlast me.

…that mysterious stuff that binds all of creation together – I listen, and wait.

I keep listening until I understand it, but I haven’t gotten it yet.

But I know it’s more important to dwell in the questions rather than knowing.

And in this time and this place what could be more important than openness to the unknown.

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Written by: Cyndi, Glenna, Jackie, Masaki, Simeon, Aisling, Jenny & Libby

Gero-Punk Salon 12/11/16

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