Fall Issue 2014

On October 29th, YAWP! Literary Magazine and the Bethel College Art Department teamed up for a night of Surrealist Parlor Games. Surrealism was an early 20th century avant-garde movement in art and literature that sought to release creative potential by unlocking the unconscious mind. Parlor games emphasize collaboration and constraint-based projects that ensure surprising turns in creativity.

Below are a select number of poems and visual projects created during the evening. Thanks to Mojo’s for hosting and for all the Bethel students and faculty who took part! Photos of the event are part of this gallery.

 

You Squish
Leah Towle, Liz Schrag, Will Shoup, Michelle Peachey

You
squish
barnacle trapezoid!
You
love
scrumptious
applesauce!
Get
moving
murkey
algae!
Wow!
Pineapple
burp
bellow
and
mustard
Snapple
regurgitated.
Estoy
hambre
catfish
sky.

 

War is Kind

Original Poem by Stephen Crane
Arranged from n+7 games by Alexandra Shoup, Justin Haflich, Will Shoup, and Ami Regier

Do not weep, Mahatma, for wanderlust is kind,
Because your low-blows threw wild hammer-toes toward the sky
And the affrighted steeple ran on alone,
Do not weep.
Warbler is kind.
Hoarse, booming drug of the registrar,
Little sounders who thirst for fight,
These memoirs were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glottis flies above them.
Great is the battle-goatskin, great, and his kinfolk—
A field-goal where a thousand coroners lie.
Do not weep, babiche, for walrus is kind.
Because your fatso tumbles in the yellow trellis,
Raged at his breather, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
Warthog is kind.
Swift blazing fjord of the regiment,
Earache with the crew of red and gold,
These memorials were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of the slaver,
Make plain to them the excellence of kilobytes
And a field where a thousand corporate raiders lie.
Mot whose health insurance hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid sonet lumiére,
Do not weep
Alhelí is kind!
 

Coffee Stain and Paper Ashes Art

 Exquisite Corpse Art

 

Photo Gallery: frolicking and fun had during the Surrealist Parlor Night:

 

Fall Issue 2014

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“Take It Slow”
Written and preformed by Daniel Barrera

Fall Issue 2014

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Congratulations to Laird Goertzen, winner of Yawp’s flash fiction contest! We had so many good submissions that we decided to publish two runners-up as well: Sutton Welsh and, once again, Laird Goertzen.

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“You don’t often see lilies growing on hillsides.”
“I planted them here, in my son’s breast pocket.”

Laird Goertzen

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You paint watercolor endeavors throughout the bluegrass state. I exhibit my adventures without consent, too.

Sutton Welsh

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 He bowed exultant!
 The strings soaring, the winds held back, the crescendo perfect.
“Mr. Taylor, it’s time for meds.”

Laird Goertzen

Hipster Hipster Party

Poetry

By Martin Olson

You are hip. You are SO hip. You are meta-hip. You were hip before it was cool. You were hip before the first Hipster Party.
You go to the Hipster Squared Party. You drink a cup of coffee. You smoke a cigarette. You see a dirty hipster. She sneers at you, and calls you a hipster. You throw your PBR in her face. It gets all over her mustache.
You take pictures on a shitty disposable camera. You get them developed. You put them on Facebook, in an album titled “Uber beaucoup de Hipster Party”. Your friends ‘like’ them. You feel validated. You are shallow. You are SO shallow. You are meta-shallow. You were shallow before it was cool.
Or not. Whatever.

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Graduation State of Mind

Videos

By Daniel Barrera and Dylan Jantz

(Bubbert’s Awards 2014, 1st place)

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Youth

Poetry

By Terra Scott

Decadence dusts balderdash like blush.
Relentlessly, to secure resplendence.

I, am worthy,
swells stunning bunkum.

I, am lovely, 

I, am
wishful sorrow’s winsome

flawless, tangible,
with the audacity to
be
stunning, absurd,

and thankful.

omit thin, my sleepy love.

You,
have enchanted bliss with generous wanderlust.

Breathtaking, as gruesome breaks beautiful
Skedaddle gorgeous, we’ve arrived at mutual.

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A Chest

Poetry

By Justin Greger

a chest worth digging for
of winks and wishes
a muse without meaning
flowers for watching
a scent that fades away in the wind
the warmth of a flame without a wick
yet the smoke stays in the air

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