• Welcome to Exhibit Corpse!

    Exhibit Corpse, borrowing from the surrealist exercise, "Exquisite Corpse," builds community through the vibrancy of poetry. It began in 2009 in Philadelphia. Each line in each poem featured on this page was written by a different hand. And each poem was at some point displayed through one city or another. While Exhibit Corpse is intended to be taken into the streets, we welcome your poetic handprint upon this virtual street as well! Please contact aeb95@temple.edu with questions, insights, poems, or anything you'd like to exhibit.

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Poetry in Philly!

Posted on June 7, 2009 by Aggie

Awesome site I was just turned on to by poet and poetic-bridge, Ryan Eckes:

http://phillysound.blogspot.com/

Great way to keep up with poetry happening in the city. Perhaps there is a way here to link up with Corpse…

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  • The Poetic Inspiration for Exhibit Corpse

    "The Most of It"

    He thought he kept the universe alone;
    For all the voice in answer he could wake
    Was but a mocking echo of his own
    From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
    Some morning from the boulder-broken beach,
    He would cry out on life, that what it wants
    Is not its own love back in copy speech,
    But counter-love, original response.
    And nothing ever came of what he cried
    Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
    In the cliff's talus on the other side,
    And then in the far distant water splashed,
    But after a time allowed for it to swim,
    Instead of proving human when it neared
    And someone else additional to him,
    As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
    Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
    And landed pouring like a waterfall,
    And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
    And forced the underbrush--and that was all.