Exquisite Corpse Fall 2024
At a series of events during welcome week, we asked students staff and faculty to contribute one line each to a poem. They could not see the line that was written before and had no idea what line would come after. With gratitude to everyone who participated in this and other artmaking activities to kick off the school year, we present our completed work.
Exquisite Corpse UCLA Fall 2024
My body can’t tell the difference between anxiety and excitement
The clouds surround me, hazy but fluffy
Hair tangled like seaweed on a beach
Unfortunately, the ride persisted, nature only called louder
Hoping all the good to people I love
I hope to feel safe
Inspired by meeting new people
Perhaps one day I could see you again
The whirlwind of discoveries in this new home
The world will only collapse if you let it, so try your best to uphold your part
U see arts in L.A.
I’m confused and tired after the first few days of college
Life is so beautiful, that sometimes it seems true
Ecstatic and not looking—just sayin’
This poem is a corpse, exquisite
It is deceptively hot today, I’m so sweaty
The heat piercing my skin. I am alive
Don’t be resigned. Break out!
Hearing the sounds of new Bruins reminds us why
Mentality is the only thing that defines you. Be ambitious
Shadows fall, rainbows fade
I love you but I’ve chosen darkness
We have this incredible opportunity
The smog washes over the blue in a new city, but I hope what we find here is cataclysmic
Everything is a circle
This week, this week, I’ve been thinking about true TIME, how precious it is, TickTock…how to make the most of it…it passes…too fast…so make it count.
Solar winds move the energy
Seeing everyone back on campus makes me sick to my stomach
My thumb is feeling the cold
The cat ran across the room
And the weather turned sour and wet
Mighty Casey has struck out!!!
Beautiful oops. Trust the universe
And as my heart was breaking, I heard his voice.
Swimming in a luminous, living rainbow on the Great Barrier that connects us all
So much love astounds in every crevice of our steps
Sunshine, art and beauty give strength
Movement is a beautiful thing, in all its forms
Falling leaves against an autumn of well-worn pages
Art at the start