CENTO BINGO

CENTO BINGO

Sunday, August 26, 2007

CENTO BINGO GAME #3: CENTO BINGO GOES TO BREAD LOAF

Here's the winning Cento from the the Cento Bingo game played on 8/24 in my Theft and the Individual Talent class at Bread Loaf. The winner/writer was Lindsay Bernal. I have taken some liberties with the punctuation:


Cento

Is life without an atmosphere? I look.
The world is weary of the past,
Of her sick waters and infectious ease--
An era in which we would count beats per minute.
I feel like a dog that is sniffing the ass of another dog


Lines
1. John Greenleaf Whittier from "Among the Hills"
2. Percy Bysshe Shelley from "Hellas"
3. Henry Vaughan from "Regeneration"
4. Andrew Mister from "Lame House"
5. Matthew Dickman from "Amigos"

I have asked the class participants to post their reworked versions of this Cento as comments on this entry, so please check back for updates.

Thanks again to everyone who participated.

4 comments:

sswest said...

In the life without atmosphere I look:
you were in deep water and the water
was black.
The world is weary of the past,
an orphaned girl ready for feeding--
her sick waters and infectious ease,
fist and mouth, red pit,
holy holy holiness--
an era in which we count the beats per minute,
a turkey vulture from the dark.
I feel like a dog that is sniffing the ass of another dog,
a haloed field, a train bearing down
on the gap that split him through.



Extra lines from work in Brigit Pegeen Kelly's workshop packet by Amanda Auchter, Charlie Clark, Stella Padnos-Shea, and Monica Wendel

naomiharper said...

Is life without an atmosphere? I look:
Once, I saw the moon.
The world is weary of the past.
A child's innocence makes good carrion,
her sick waters an infectious ease,
gum and candy wrappers tossed and forgotten.
In an era in which we could count beats per minute,
my pink skirt flipped, showing panties.
I feel like a dog that is sniffing the ass of another dog,
reading your breakfast, your spealbone, your dreams.

Amanda Auchter said...

If life without an atmosphere? I look to pass a critical comment, a speaker of English. The world is weary of the past -- I realize that you are wondering why we have decided to fire you, your sick waters & infectuous ease & you could, stricktly speaking, come out with a pontification strictly bland. An era which we would count beats per minute -- imagine a sufferer reposting to the clinic for treatment. I feel like a dog sniffing another dog neither of us wishes to know.

(additional lines garnered from The Superior Person's Second Book of Weird and Wondrous Words by Peter Bowler)

Monica said...

Is life without an atmosphere. I look
Time passes - like somebody on a telephone
it exists quiet and pure as
more morning chores.
The world is weary of her past.

[[Extra lines from work in Brigit Pegeen Kelly's workshop packet, and possibly elsewhere.]]