Category: Found & Remixed
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3 Sept: A Translation Poem
It’s Vertzil The hills have returned to vertzil green. The clouds are drunk on blue. A kite streaks across the plated sky, its tail at war with wind. Original poem “Snit” by Paul Demets. I only used the first stanza in its original language, Dutch, for this poem based loosely on a translation exercise. I read the […]
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29 August: An Erasure Poem
Clothes Make a Man It’s a man, cut offat the water, and the boy looks past him,then shook his head and said,mm … mm. He wore combat boots, and a rumpled grey suit covered with dials and knobs. WikiArt image by Bill Traylor, “Untitled Figure Construction of a Waving Man” 1947. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared […]
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19 August: White-Out Erasure
A Confession to Water The rising and falling, reflux of water, like a cataract in the abyss and idle in itself. I confessed to the thunder. Look now, said the old man. Source: “The Portable Edgar Allen Poe,” Introduction page. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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29 July: An Erasure Poem
Burnt He was left on the beach.Legs sunburn. Red blotches.Thighs. His feet. He pushed a fingerinto his thigh. It turned stark white,then angry red. The sun rolled whiteon the sand. Wikiart. image Ulysses by Milton Resnick, 1991. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan […]
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27 June: An Erasure Poem (revised)
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarl of bone and fur. note: image changed and text revised. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Image The Cat Who Became a Woman […]
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27 June: An Erasure Poem
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg, andrang the bell. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarle of bone and fur. Note: This is entirely the wrong image for this one. Expect this one to be updated. I’ll post it anyway because so much ridiculous work and time goes into […]
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10 June: An Erasure Poem
He was indulging himself to get rid of them. To make every person an open glass door. He blushed at the terrible temptation. Image from WikiArt: by Matise, The Open Door. Public domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Definition: Erasure […]
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30 May: An Erasure Poem
A Nod to Not Listening A frail old manstoodstaring out. He looks awful.Eyes sunkenand dark. Skin like mayonnaise. He nodded at dying,We’re not listening, he said. Image: by F. Goya, An Old Man and a Monk. from the Black Paintings series. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. […]
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23 May: An Erasure Poem
ROOMS The rooms inside were the exterior. Simply a room for idly mystified life. A mind’s mess. A temporary wicker. Not even hell. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts […]
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20 May: An Erasure Poem
The Gnawing His caution and gnawing guilt was a living dead-end.He sat in a tiny airless room predicting his own destiny. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts of that […]
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