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  • Elements of Larp

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    Elements of Larp

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    First Element

    As we stood
    there by the vine-covered
    tree, solemn,
    tangible forest around
    intangible, skin-covered words, created
    in our own image, we left behind
    our cocoon, the forest was real
    and so were we, in this moment
    where the seed was
    planted in our name
    and we watered it.

    Second Element

    Was there a wall here
    sometime before and have we
    forgotten it or torn it down
    because it limited our view
    of who we could be?
    The roofs are gone as well and we
    drenched as we are, is it rain
    that has wetted our faces and
    our backs, is it us, are we
    the ones whose silhouettes
    suspended in a silent narrative
    still stain the stone?

    Third Element

    I don’t remember who
    among us did the melting; you
    or me, or both, but here we are
    liquid as ever, marbling together
    forgetting our own colours; if
    they were yours or mine
    or never ours to begin with as
    the heat of the moment forges us
    together and forces us
    to think as we never
    thought before it –
    behind this line that someone
    drew in the scorched earth
    blood may run thicker than
    water, but we run thin
    into each other.

    Fourth Element

    I opened up my veins
    to let you in, to let you breathe your life
    into me as my aspirations filled
    your lungs so full of warmth that we took flight
    of fancy; our parts multiplied
    by more than one and less than two, a fraction
    of who I was before you became me
    like fragments of a language that connects us
    unspoken to the voices in our mind
    of all the ones that we have been before
    tomorrow someone else will flow
    through you.

    Fifth Element

    What are the parts that make up
    the sum of what we can be and more –
    when we subtract ourselves and don’t lose
    count, something still is left
    that wasn’t there when we began
    to take root inside our own bodies
    to sculpt our own river clay
    to harden in the fire of our dreams
    to breathe the air we occupied
    and open its mouth to sing;
    what strange new songs will it begin
    to make of us?


    Cover photo: Image by EchoGrid on Unsplash. Photo has been cropped.

    This article is published in the companion book Book of Magic: Vibrant Fragments of Larp Practices and is published here with permission. Please cite this text as:

    Wierda, Berber. “Elements of Larp.” In Book of Magic: Vibrant Fragments of Larp Practices, edited by Kari Kvittingen Djukastein, Marcus Irgens, Nadja Lipsyc, and Lars Kristian Løveng Sunde. Oslo, Norway: Knutepunkt, 2021.