Harold Pinter Poetry

His official site

and an example:

American Football

Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

Harold Pinter

Fun with limited communication!

Eat Poop You Cat

Logs upon logs of this strangely-named game, which forces its players to relay an initial sentence, going back and forth between artistic interpretation of a sentence, and a lingustic summary of that picture, etc. Each player is only one link in the chain of meaning.

An example:

"reinforcing the point that shooting one of your own won't save you from all your sins"



"Two fresh eyesses to fill my hollow socketsses... Now, what to do about these horse legs?"

The threads just keep on going and spinning beyond absurdity! Can't wait to try this socially.