Today I tried blackout poetry for the first time. This is what I did with a page of House of Leaves (p. 267 in my edition):
"At least back then / I was the one frightened / the crook / the snot on the sleeve / - a mess - / me. / hell was to let this animal die. / I wanted /she /she / even if that strange melody / I don't know, just / relented. / A home / a yard / a hole / no place / a weird smile. / end up giving up on her / vacancy to taste / - all mine. / her deformed figure so perfect / so tough / she was frightened / knotted fingers / fixed on bare seas / dark, red, dead. / maybe hungry / and abandoned with hope / maybe. / we could have been / safety, future. / for a moment I watched her / trail down / uncertain / until I heard the one sound / hollow / gone /dark / down. / I don't know why she / lying, broken, severed she."
What do you think? 👍 / 👎❔
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