The exquisite corpse drinks the new wine
A proposition.
The exquisite corpse drinks the new wine.
A simple way to pass ideas, where anything goes.
Yet it is a game of consequences.
To be taken seriously.
to be thrown away.
Like the chain letter to the future.
To anticipate what is to come.
Please contribute the next words.
Share an image of your choosing.
To imagine a walk through.
Our urban treescapes in 200 years.
I grew up near Skipworth Common.
A World War Two airfield.
Some patchy shrub land and woods.
A place people go for their first driving lesson.
They also do other things.
In 1940 the land was cleared.
Pan scrapers peeled back the topsoil.
Hardcore and tarmac leveled runways.
Lancashire bombers flew.
And flattened Europe.
Over 80 years the land was taken back.
The runway strip looks like a scar healed over.
Among the discarded shell cases.
And rusted metal life began to thrive.
In 200 years from now the world will.
Be left more to its own devices.
This place makes me think about renewal.
The desolation of history and space heals.
200 years from now many barren places.
Will be filled with new growth.
The trees will sequestrate more than carbon.
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