It Was The Veil – Blogging U – Poetry 201

So Monday’s assignment was Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus.  I totally failed on the Chiasmus, but I knew I would because I decided that trying to do that within my book would have been a lot of work, and would have involved cutting pages. Instead I went with Blackout poetry. Which is pretty much found poetry.  The pages below might be a bit hard to read so I will include a typed up version under the picture. Enjoy
It Was The Veil

it was the veil
another peculiar whispered veil,
with that narrow strip
I am her
her heart
my gaze has a home
flushed and a saucy nose of trepidation
cool, somber
the veil of grief gone.
a spirit in the lavender satin
spring.
the feelings still closed
love, honor, grief. Life, death
The words deep in her heart.

 

I’m a little behind again with the poetry, but well, this one took me a while to find, then mark out. Blackout poetry isn’t always as simple as you think. The last page was one of my favorite ones, but well, the whole thing turned out well. Not sure face fits, but well, metaphor and all that.  I look forward to trying the elegies and ballads now that I’m done marking up my book and making my father very nervous…..

Kate

What Did You Do To My Book?

9780399169731_Chasers_of_the_Light-320x440I sat there this evening contemplating blackout poetry. See, I find it rather cool, and lovely, and unique.  So far, one of my favorite ‘authors’ is Tyler Knott Gregson.  I have his book, Chasers of the Light, and some of his blackout poetry is within the pages.  Obviously he had to take a book and black out the words to create his masterpiece, but I wonder, has he ever wondered about someone taking his poetry and blacking it out for their own blackout poetry?

Probably not.

I am not one to destroy a book for art, but at the same time, I have started marking over a book for poetry. I found a paperback copy of The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, and I picked it because I liked the cover and couldn’t even get into the first pages of the book. I kind of wish I had a heavier book to do this in, but I haven’t found one I like yet. Hardback would be better.  But anyways, I’m marking the book and I have one poem done. And it’s pretty, though very beginner-ish.

I think I need to find a better pen than a sharpie….

But here I am marking a book and ‘destroying’ the words within for my own gain.  Would I feel so comfortable if I knew someone were taking my novel, my poetry, and marking it over?

Probably not. But art is art. Right?

Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing. I picked up an older discarded copy of C.S. Forester‘s Flying Colors (a Captain Hornblower novel) thinking that would be fun to mark the pages. But I just can’t seem to bear marking the book. It’s mixed feelings. Wanting to create, but not wanting to mar what might be a good book.

And while I love Tyler Knott Gregson’s poetry and how he uses scraps of paper, I cringe at the thought of taking a blank page out of the front of an antique or old book.

See, my first love over writing, is books. They should be cherished and loved like a woman, and you don’t just discard them or rip pages out of them and turn them into something new. The woman analogy still applies here.  So, I’m at a crossroads of creating. Do I destroy to create something new?

Or do I find alternative methods to creating these new styles of poetry?

Gads, what would Sir Walter Scott, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson think of these new forms?

Kate