How to Play “Forcemeat”: The Boardgame

If you haven’t yet read the article on how this game changed my life, you can find it here.

These are the instructions and materials for the board game adaptation of “Forcemeat” by Henry Goldkamp, which appeared in issue 42.1 of Mid-American Review.

If you enjoy this game, please consider making a small donation to MAR here, or at least checking out Henry’s Instagram.

Materials:

  • Muskpaddles™ (recommended)
  • Cards with random concepts written on them (Here is a PDF of MAR’s cards. Honestly, though, a random word generator will do. That includes your brain.)
  • A Google spreadsheet, shared with and made editable by all players. (This is easiest for us, because we already use a lot of spreadsheets, but you can use an actual board if you’re fancy and don’t have a ton of people.)

Set up:

For the most dramatic effect, I prefer to cut out the muskpaddle circles and attach them to a popsicle stick, but they don’t even have to be glued/taped together if you’re in a rush. Just make sure every player has a way to vote. You can even forgo the muskpaddles entirely, using instead a closed fist to vote “muskmelon” and an open hand to vote “muskrat.”

I recommend using a shared Google Sheet as the “board.” All players can pick a row and put an emoji in its first cell to represent themselves. Choose which space you want to be the finish line (20 worked well for us.) Highlight that column in a fun color. Every 5-10 columns (your discretion), highlight one in red. These will be “debate squares.”

Instructions:

The player with the most unread emails in their inbox is the first flipper.

The flipper flips over the card at the top of the deck, reads the text out loud, and displays the card for all to see.

After reading the card, the flipper counts to 5. On the count of 5, voters must raise their Muskpaddles™ to show either the rat or the melon, based on which they think the card’s object is closer to.

If there are an even number of players, the flipper does not vote on the card they draw. If there are an odd number, the flipper votes along with everyone else.

The votes are tallied. The “correct” answer is the one the most players voted for. Everyone who voted for the “correct” answer advances a space on the board. The flipper responsibility rotates clockwise.

When someone lands on a debate square, when the next card is flipped, only they will declare their melon/rat verdict on the count of 5. Then, any player can challenge this verdict if they disagree. The defendant gets 30 seconds to argue their case, then the challenger. On the count of 5, the remaining players will vote. The debater that’s in the majority will move forward 3 spaces, and the loser will move backwards 1. The other players move or stay still as normal.

(If you have 8+ players, we recommend only going through with the debate for the first players to land on the square. If multiple people land on it at once, the person in the row that is numerically first goes first. Everyone who landed there initially will debate, though, even if they end up advancing while other debates happen.)

If one person lands on the final space before anyone else, they win.

If multiple people land on the final space at once, these are the finalists. Another round of voting takes place (and non-finalists can still advance up to the second-to-last square.) If one of the finalists is in the minority, they are disqualified (but continue voting.) Voting like this continues until only one finalist remains. 

If all remaining finalists are disqualified at once, everyone who had been a finalist moves back 5 spaces and the game resumes as normal.

––Jamie Manias (they/them), Mid-American Review

A Forcerant: My Descent Into Muskmelon/Muskrat Madness

Our favorite game is Muskmelon or Muskrat.

Think of anything in the world, then ask:

Is it closer to a muskmelon, or a muskrat?

                    ––Henry Goldkamp, “Forcemeat,” Mid-American Review, issue 42.1

That’s it. That’s the game that “Forcemeat” is built around. Before adapting this poem into a full-blown board game, I liked it just fine. Even while playing it, I had no idea how drastically this remix would change my experience with the poem. Expanding on it gave me the vocabulary to articulate facets of my identity which I assumed would go unexplained to my family for the rest of my life.

“Forcemeat” was about––as I initially read it––a normalizing system of logic trying to draw sense out of personal and global catastrophe. (Don’t get me wrong, I promise it’s also a lot of fun.) At points, there’s an absurdist disconnect to the dialogue between the two speakers that reminded me of Waiting for Godot (which is to say I’ve read only one piece of absurdist literature.) It wasn’t my favorite in Issue 42.1, (that would be “Bone Town” by Angie Macri,) but it was the favorite of our hard-working (one could say overworked) Poetry Editor. As a Christmas gift for them, I turned the poem into a structured board game for the MAR staff to play.

Obviously, one need only read the opening three lines of the poem to be able to play informally in pairs. It’s as simple as “I Spy” and makes an even better road trip game. When playing in this format, though, one’s decisions go unanalyzed. Each player independently develops their own concept of the melon/rat binary using the fodder their partner supplies. This mimics what we see between the two speakers of “Forcemeat,” who have already established their own codes which (especially if you haven’t been thinking about it for six goddamn months) seem alien and inaccessible.

Our adaptation requires much more intentional analysis––or at least prediction. Players advance on the game board by voting in the majority on increasingly less and less melon/rat-like concepts, within a matter of 5 seconds. The first player to reach the end of the board wins. (Check out the companion post for the full rules and PDFs for the game.) We surprised the 30-strong MAR staff by bringing it to a meeting at the end of last semester.

I had no idea that making the game a communal affair would make it feel so … vulnerable? As our Poetry Editor puts it, voting publicly feels like “baring your soul” ––despite the silliness. Not only do you flounder to quickly draw out increasingly unsubstantiated connections between the given concept and a rat or melon, but it is now something you can get “right” or “wrong.” Your mind is on full display with each vote.

At least, it felt that way. When players landed on red “debate” squares and were forced to justify the melocity or ratitude of that round’s concept, one found that their “allies” share their verdict for completely different reasons. (Example: My friend and I agreed that “butterfly” is a muskmelon. While I thought of the sugary nectar butterflies collect, though, they connected the melon’s rind to the butterfly’s cocoon.) Even one’s opponents used their same reasoning to draw the opposite conclusions. (Example: I thought “stiletto” was a muskrat due to the muskrat’s sharp teeth, but the Poetry Editor thought about the shoe’s sharp heel piercing a melon.) The rules players developed for both categories only grew more abstracted from the physical reality of fruit and Rodentia as we progressed. A huge part of the game (if you played to win) was predicting where those rules were leading your colleagues, but when it was time for a debate, everyone was reminded of how wildly different their perceptions were from everyone else’s. A sense of isolation settled on the room as each player realized that they were the only one correctly interpreting the energies of melons and rats.

This sensation of simultaneous exposure and disconnect enhanced the absurdist feeling I got from the original poem. It drew my attention to the places where the speakers of “Forcemeat” miscommunicate and disagree––it put more emphasis on the end, where the roadkill incident drives a wedge between them. While playing––and now, while reading––I felt a push and pull of intimacy and isolation. It echoes what it’s like to share an experience with someone and find that you had wildly different perceptions of it. I didn’t see any of this in the poem before the board game.

This brings me to my main reason for being obsessed with the “Forcemeat” cinematic universe.

Imagine living in a world where everything is viewed through the lens of this binary: muskmelons versus muskrats. This binary has a largely unspoken ruleset that eludes you, although it seems that everyone around you parsed it quickly and easily. Yet as you discuss this with others, their interpretations prove to be inconsistent with those of your other peers and even internallyinconsistent. Despite this, everything––even YOU––can be cleanly categorized this way. You are deemed muskmelon. Your given name indicates this. On your birthday, you receive muskmelon gifts. You’re expected to wear muskmelon clothes, watch muskmelon shows, pursue muskmelon interests. Every single person who sees you looks at your body to judge: muskmelon or muskrat? They treat you, speak to you differently based on that judgment. Even if you’re hard to sort. Especially if you’re hard to sort.

You feel utterly alienated by this system. The emphasis put on it and the rules that govern it feel absurd, pointless, and limiting. It’s not even that you resent melon life or yearn for rat life. You just want your life to be a muskmelon and muskrat buffet. You don’t want to choose based on that arbitrary status, but rather your own preferences. But alas, when a human is born, the first words it hears are “it’s a melon!” or “it’s a rat!” Whichever they are judged as defines the rest of their life. 

So, the plot twist here is that I feel much more like a muskrat on the melon/rat binary than I do like either a man or a woman on the gender binary.

Playing “Forcemeat” deeply spoke to me as a nonbinary person, particularly as a nonbinary person on the autism spectrum. As a kid, social norms didn’t (and still don’t) come easy to me, including the gender ones. (Examples: Women wear makeup. Men don’t cry. Women should be skinny, men muscular. What the hell are you talking about?!) Some will offer evolutionary explanations for such classifications, but I would counter that the way our pre-civilization ancestors survived shouldn’t have such a strong bearing on how we live today. Furthermore, our understanding of our evolutionary past keeps evolving (such as with the men = hunter, women = gatherer myth.) Some cite biochemical reasons for their way of sorting, but in many cases, even when they are scientifically sound, one could argue with similar reasons for the inverse expectations. (If testosterone grants men social leniency to be more expressive of frustration and anger, why does menstruation not call for a similar grace?) The foundation of many of these hyperspecific categorizations are a stretch, much like the reasoning one comes up with when playing “Forcemeat”. They latch onto something like assumptions based on shaky conclusions drawn from a cultural myth of a bygone era, which itself was a departure from the previous assumption of blah blah blah blah blah.

This is all to say that engaging with this silly poem not only resonated with my experience but helped me put into words what makes me so averse, both personally and intellectually, to the gender binary.

Now everyone else, stop reading for a bit. This next part is just for my mom.

––

Hi, Mom!

I was sort of planning on this being an open secret for the rest of my life. Had Outlook not added my email signature––with my changed name and pronouns––to that message I sent you a while ago, I was going to try keeping it a closed secret. Well, as closed as I could keep it after sharing very vocally with my middle school classmates my hope that puberty would grant me hairy arms and a beard.

I’ve been so scared about trying to explain this to any of my family, not because I’m scared of being disowned––I know your love is unconditional––but because I freeze when I even try to think of how I would articulate what it means to consider oneself “nonbinary” to you. I hate arguing and I hate conflict, even in the form of the most sophisticated and gentlemanly debate. I would shatter into a million pieces if any of you responded by starting with so much as the word “But.” That’s caused me to let a gap grow between us. But now, analyzing this poem has given me the words to explain it, and I’m no longer afraid of that conversation.

Maybe you’re thinking, why not live with the “muskmelon” label and do whatever I feel like anyways? You yourself were a tomboy (or tomrat, if we’re speaking metaphorically.) In some ways you grew up to be a thomaswoman. In fact, my own upbringing didn’t pigeonhole me into a strict definition of womanhood as readers might assume, given the little “Twilight Zone” episode they just read. What makes me so sure I haven’t been a muskrattish muskmelon, or a boyish girl, or a masculine woman? 

On a practical, everyday level, I feel so much more comfortable with myself outside the labels of female/male, labels which feel as irrelevant to how I carry myself as the labels muskmelon/muskrat do to most people on earth. Being referred to with she/her pronouns felt like wearing a really uncomfortable sweater that irritates my skin, a fashion choice which is liable to make me 54% grumpier on any given day. I physically felt better when I came out to my friends and colleagues as Jamie Manias, when I wasn’t referred to as a muskmelon all the fuckin’ time, when people knew that they’d likely misinterpret me if they looked at me through the paradigm of man- or womanhood.

On a touchy-feely “who am I” level, “melon” or “woman” being the core descriptor of me as a person––the noun onto which every other aspect of myself is an adjective piled on––does not feel accurate at all. To be considered a masculine woman is still to be considered, grammatically and socially, a woman above anything else. More than that, it is to be considered a woman who is bad at being a woman, according to the rules of the mutually exclusive binary. Like being a cold pot of coffee or a shy public speaker.

Maybe you’re thinking that the way people see me won’t be affected at all by my coming out, that they’ll always see me as a woman. That it’s practically impossible for anyone to mentally accept someone as “in-between” or “neither.” That this binary––even if it is as silly as a binary of melons and rats––can’t really be set aside by anyone. That could be true, especially of me. (It’s hard to divorce a pronoun like “she” from a rack like mine.) But even if the only thing that’s changed is the way people refer to me, that still makes me feel more at home in my own skin. That was a rare feeling for me before realizing this about myself.

Anyways, give Morty and Bella lots of pets for me. Keep the pool table ready, I’ll see you over Spring Break.

With much love,

Jamie Manias.

––

Anyways.

I often fear that I neglect my duty to this burning, burning world by wasting my time and talent on writing poetry. 

But before playing “Forcemeat,” I was planning on never having this conversation.

I was terrified.

I thought I could never clearly communicate my internal experience to anyone not already well-versed in gender-ology. 

Maybe I can’t. Maybe I can’t communicate it to anyone. But that’s not the point. The point is that even if nobody understands me any better, even if the writer of “Forcemeat” is appalled by my interpretation (hi Henry!), even if I’m banished from the academy for my mad science of grafting a board game to a living poem, no matter what, I found a way to explain myself to myself here. And if a poem can give that to someone, maybe I’m not wasting my time as a poet.

––Jamie Manias (they/them), Mid-American Review

Winter Wheat 2016: Odds & Ends Panels

 Take a look at these miscellaneous panels we have this year!

 

“Writing Different Cultures: To What Extent Can We Become Insiders?” with Lisa Favicchia

As writers, it seems only natural that we are influenced by our travels. However, what do we risk by writing other cultures? Can we ever really become insiders, and if so, to what extent? While writing other cultures presents an opportunity to promote understanding and global connection, we inevitably risk misrepresentation by assuming an understanding based on limited points of view. Through discussion and workshopping, this panel aims to address the potential benefits and risks of writing different cultures, to what degree we are insiders or outsiders, and how to approach fair representation.

Lisa Favicchia is the managing editor of Mid-American Review and is a second-year MFA candidate at BGSU. She is from Cleveland, OH, and spends a great deal of time with her bearded dragon, Smaug.

(this workshop will be held on Friday, November 4th from 3:00-4:15pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select A1 when you register!)

 

“Beg, Borrow, and Steal: Imitation Projects as Self-Discovery,” with Callista Buchen

In this workshop, we’ll consider how imitation projects—the study of an established writer and consideration of that writer’s particular techniques, strategies, and approaches to themes—help us to discover and develop our own unique voices. We’ll look at models of imitation projects and try our hand at writing that imitates or exists in conversation with another writer. All writers, regardless of genre, are welcome. Participants will leave with new ideas to implement in their work, as well as with the start of several new pieces.

To complement our own writing, we’ll also discuss the pedagogical possibilities for imitation projects, looking at models and successful sample assignments that participants can try on their own or use in the classroom. The workshop leaders will present a model of a semester-long imitation project, which culminates in a poster presentation suitable for conferences.

Callista Buchen is the author of The Bloody Planet (Black Lawrence Press, 2015) and Double-Mouthed (dancing girl press, 2016). Her work appears in Harpur Palate, Puerto del Sol, Fourteen Hills, and many other journals, and she is the winner of the Langston Hughes Award and DIAGRAM‘s essay contest. She is an assistant professor at Franklin College in Indiana.

(this workshop will be held on Friday, November 4th from 4:30-5:45pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select B1 when you register!)

 

“Repackaging Product Placement: Integrating Pop Culture in Storytelling,” with Elena M. Aponte and Derek I. Mitchell

As media and art become more beholden to nostalgia and corporate interests, we encounter the risk of cynically integrating popular culture in storytelling. Whether a cinematic zoom to a company logo or reliance on haphazard references in lieu of characterization, we can be locked into a limited shorthand. With analysis of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, the Americana-drenched works of Stephen King, the recent phenomenon Stranger Things, and more, we will aim to meld popular culture to the whims of nuanced storytelling.

Elena M. Aponte is a second-year graduate student in the Literary and Textual Studies program at BGSU. Her research interests include: multicultural literature, graphic novels and Japanese manga, film, Feminist theory, gender and sexuality studies, and popular culture. She is half Puerto Rican, fluent in Spanish, and trying to learn a little more Japanese. She hails from Toledo, Ohio.

Derek I. Mitchell is a second-year graduate student in the Literary and Textual Studies program at BGSU. His research interests include dystopian literature, pandemic narratives, film analysis, postmodern politics, and popular culture. On weekends he returns home to Akron, OH, to visit his cat and robin.

(this workshop will be held on Saturday, November 5th from 1:30-2:45pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select E1 when you register!)

 

 “Performance in Creative Writing,” with Olivia Buzzacco

How does the world of performance intersect with the world of creative writing? How does performance affect a poem? A story? Above all, how can performance be included into creative writing? This presentation will look to answer those questions and give live demonstrations of performance being applied to poetry/fiction, as well as allow writers to practice a “sound words” technique, and see how performance can bring their work to life.

Olivia Buzzacco is a second-year MFA student at BGSU. She has presented at Winter Wheat for three years, as well as the Conference on College Composition and Communication in 2013. She is from Youngstown, Ohio.

(this workshop will be held on Saturday, November 5th from 1:30-2:45pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select E2 when you register!)

Winter Wheat 2016: Publishing Panel Features

 

Winter Wheat is only two weeks away! Interested in the field of publication? Check out these panels on publishing at this year’s writing festival!

 

“Market Yourself as a Writer,” with Nicole L. Reber

Marketing starts long before your book is published. It should start before your book is even written. Springboarding from the FUSE conference’s theme of literary citizenship, this workshop will talk about how helping other authors, getting free books, and the very act of writing are just some of the many free ways to market yourself. Starting early also helps build a better platform, which leads to quality agent contracts and publishing deals. We’ll set aside some time to generate ideas for marketing yourself, then more time for a Q&A.

Nichole L. Reber’s nonfiction, prose poetry, and lit crit have been in Entropy, Fanzine, World Literature Today,PANK, and elsewhere. She writes monthly on nonfiction, Asian lit, and world indigenous lit for the Ploughsharesblog. She won LunchTicket’s Diana Woods Memorial Award in Creative Nonfiction this year.

(this workshop will be held on Friday, November 4th from 3:00-4:15pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select A6 when you register!)

 

“Beginning Copyright for Writers,” with Scott Piepho

This workshop will offer an overview of basic copyright law concepts that writers need to know. Participants will learn about negotiating contract terms to protect their continued access to their work. The session will also cover the basics of fair use—when a writer can use a snippet of someone else’s work. A writing prompt will consist of song lyrics that participants must work into a piece of writing while staying within fair use.

To offset his law degree, Scott Piepho is studying creative nonfiction in the NEOMFA program. His award-winning biweekly column “Cases and Controversies” appears in a number of Ohio legal newspapers. His work has also appeared in the Akron Beacon Journal, The Devil Strip, and Catalyst Ohio.

(this workshop will be held on Friday, November 4th from 4:30-5:45pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select B7 when you register!)

 

“Bookbinding Basics,” with Suzanna Anderson

Presenter Suzanna Anderson will demonstrate basic bookbinding techniques and forms, including the X-Book, Snake Book, and a Basic Sewn Signature. The session will include a writing period to write in the new books. Attendees will make three books to take home and write in. Writing exercises will approach writing from a new angle using unconventionally sized paper.

Suzanna Anderson studied creative writing at BGSU. She participates in National Novel Writing Month every year. Currently, she is the editor-in-chief of The Magnolia Review and the review editor at The Odd Ducks. She blogs about her graphic novel progress at Ashes: The Graphic Novel.

(this workshop will be held on Saturday, November 5th from 11:00-12:15pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select D1 when you register!)

 

“Book Design & Typesetting Techniques for Small Presses,” with Nikkita Cohoon

This workshop will provide an overview of a typical typesetting workflow for InDesign, with tips for file placement, document setup, creating paragraph and character styles, selecting typefaces, and other design considerations. Best practices will be discussed, with recommendations for creating a house style guide, as well as suggestions for streamlining workflow and preparing a book for print.

Nikkita Cohoon is a graphic designer specializing in book and document design as well as web branding for creatives. She has done typesetting and design for Black Ocean, Tinderbox Editions, and Futurepoem. She also collaborates with writers and artists to design websites to complement and provide a platform for their writing. She holds an MFA in creative writing from BGSU.

(this workshop will be held on Saturday, November 5th from 1:30-2:45pm. If you’re interested in attending this workshop, select E4 when you register!)

MAR Asks, Nina Boutsikaris Answers

Nina Boutsikaris
Nina Boutsikaris

Nina Boutsikaris is a nonfiction MFA candidate at the University of Arizona, where she is the nonfiction editor of Sonora Review. Her recent work appears or is forthcoming in The Los Angeles ReviewPuerto del Sol, Hobart, Brevity, Booth, Phoebe, Spartan and elsewhere. Her short nonfiction piece, “What Doo-Wop Does” was a finalist in MAR’s 2014 Fineline competition and appears in issue 35.1. First line: “I loved that summer because of the Slovaks, eight sinewy dancers who came to live at a defunct farm up the road from my family’s house.”

Quick! Summarize “What Doo-Wop Does” in 10 words or fewer.

July brings heat, dancers and endings. I take it in.

What can you share about this piece prior to its MAR publication?

This piece came out of one specific memory, one brief moment in deep summer when I caught my mother spying on my father. They were not divorced yet, but I think they were separated at the time on some kind of trial period. Or at least, she hadn’t moved out, but they were sleeping in separate beds and the boundaries of our family unit had begun to blur. I was on high alert to the changes. In a way, I have always sort of thought of my mother as this strong force of energy and will who had to leave my father because she was the one who needed a new life. But this memory pokes holes in my whole fantasy about both her and my father. I tried over explaining this, writing it in a more expository way, but in the end the version that made the most sense was mostly imagistic and fleeting, especially as told through the eyes of a child.

What was the worst/best feedback you received on this piece?

Someone told me I had to include more back-story about my parents’ relationship, but I think you get everything you need to know in this vignette. Sometimes less is more…right? Right??

You’re at a family reunion and some long-lost relative asks about your writing. What do you say?

I’m obsessed with loneliness, intimacy and power, whatever those things mean. I don’t know how else to talk about this but to tell it through things I witness or experience, things that really happened—meaning they both actually happened and deeply happened.

What do you consider your biggest writing-related success?

The opportunity to teach creative writing is probably the greatest writing gift I’ve ever received. Teaching has forced me to become a more eloquent and thoughtful editor and reader not just of others’ work but of my own as well. Every day I’m challenged to be an ambassador to the genre and that has to be one of the best ways to learn what awesome things are happening with nonfiction, what’s happening today and what’s happened in the past and why.

Do you have another favorite piece of writing in this MAR issue? If so, name it and tell us why.

I adore Allison Adair’s “Letter to my Niece, in Silverton Colorado.” In this very short piece Adair makes gorgeous leaps of association with images and poetry that are so beautiful and tragic and wise. She is able to take us on a deep and cosmic journey in just a page. She writes, “I’m trying to say that the waves used to roll in, and then back out.” And I know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Thanks for the interview, Nina!
Laura Maylene Walter, Fiction Editor