Tag Archives: Erasure Poetry

tiny sense (erasures)

What I’m Reading: “Today I decide to die and don’t because of the dog’s heft at the end of the bed … I envy the dead their past-tense bodies.” — Erin Marie Lynch / “FIGURE [?]” / Removal Acts

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replaced my otherness

hanoi bell (blackout poem) when i was 8 they came from hanoi,in the sweltering heat, women delivering babies into the night.my mom smiled and said, “the narrow hanoi streets can’tpronounce ‘hello’ and neon lights laugh at the tiny girl alone … Continue reading

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fifty clichés overlong

house unstable drift the globe on a pickaxeannotate your work with carcassesall palpitation and courthouses your peroration had the lithographtenderness of tenterhooks you play the gamelan tunedto the seventh tone and fiftyclichés overlong you gave thanks to the wrongideology / … Continue reading

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temporary artistic ice

o function! (white out #35 redux) What I’m Reading: “… human civilisation is an intensely fragile construction. It is built on little more than belief: belief in the rightness of its values; belief in the strength of its system of … Continue reading

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called for colors (redux)

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language.During his compositions not to cognition The letters instead The letterskind of flashycorrespond to kindof potential colors,whose called for colors, high pitchedevokeimage lights imagery,a whole kind of citydistanced from emphasis … Continue reading

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one day onto

I Am Writing This I am writing this because it is what I do. I write this. Often, when I’m not writing this I think about writing this. Often, I start thinking about writing this before I have finished writing … Continue reading

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soon be fear

overshadow a long term goalwill soon be fearadjustment firstyou feelreal smalllcounter actionsee it notyou cannot beand that is all What I’m Reading: “I let my ringworm mind roll free.” — Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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not to remember

haunted (found poem: erased manipulated & cut-up) selecta placehauntedspiritedimbuedwith days sticktimes and a noteof lightand sound shadowsomeoneand arise leave smellstextures phonea thoughtand memorythat sensorypockettalk afterwardcheckeverything youremembertry not to rememberjust observe What I’m Reading: “Saw sea waves rush ashoresome angry some … Continue reading

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detritus read slowly

Misbegotten Notes, USA Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it…. At the … Continue reading

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gelid & jealous

the moon jejune? rough are the exteriorsits seams are where the dreams get inthe interiors full of barbsprotecting the sweet potato redsoft monsters jelly delightsbright as the blistering moon the moon jejune? pellucid gelid & jealousof the first ray the … Continue reading

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