Thanks for trying the Sharpie blackout technique (scientific terminology there) in class. Please share at least one of your blackout text pieces as a COMMENT on this post. You could type the text you left on the page as a sentence or poem or story. You could also take a picture with your phone and post your work that way on your own blog, but that is optional.
I'm thinking you could do this same technique with any printed material containing a good chunk of text to work with. I also think you could be inspired to write all sorts of other pieces by using your blacked out piece as a starting point.
You could visit Austin Kleon's website to see what others have come up with and even post your own work there if you're up for it.
No. Rig the boom, and lessen our chances of capsizing. The sail changes, we're heading into the wind. "Reef the sail."
ReplyDeletePieree talks to a snapshot? he loves that photo! I believe he talks to her. This girl, young, happy Come, Zazoo. Do you ever leave our village?
ReplyDeletei was thirty, tall and strong with enormous hands, sharp eyes, sharp brain, but too much pride.
ReplyDeletedown the aisles
ReplyDeleteout of touch
can't remember
couldn't meet
and now
i come back
a hopeless specimen
back for pills
stop
let them drop
i stepped into the street
my chest ached
the world seemed to ache
She's not stupid, you know, but she is dull.
ReplyDeletedown the aisles
ReplyDeleteout of touch
can't remember
couldn't meet
and now
i come back
a hopeless specimen
back for pills
stop
let them drop
i stepped into the street
my chest ached
the world seemed to ache
for hours,days, even weeks- patiently wondering what I thought. Now that I knew I doubt, but I only remember I was like. I had smiled in the past, but mostly lost.
ReplyDelete"Meant for two." I beamed out at the trees, the water,the world. "I believe you're right."
ReplyDelete"But Uncle Felix." I nudged him with my elbow. "the rain has stopped."
The willows hung with tiny new streamers, swayed towards us in the breeze.I took his hand.
Aside from the traps she had come to a firm thought. He did not wish to see her.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you were afraid I'd leave. You didn't love me. Save me from the things I had done.
Young people fought and died
ReplyDeleteI watched them blasted to bits
Sad flowers in a long ago time
Protest the mad artist's dream
ReplyDeleteMore years
ReplyDeleteSilent chilled Tombstone
Cruel killed in honor
A hero only fools use it
All sorts of fools
My frail hero
ReplyDeleteMy old man
My home of a thousand tears
My frail hero
ReplyDeleteMy old man
My home of a thousand tears
Cross the dangerous voyage.
ReplyDeleteHe darkened with feigned pain beyond your control.
He found a rueful smile,
"That is a very sad tale,
But God helps those who first help themselves."
Her mind would not last forever.
ReplyDeleteShe needed him.
Her mind was an enclosure,
a gate house,
and most of all
a maze.
No one would escape.
A sketch of the suspect they say fatally shot the leader of a mosque and a friend in the back of the head at the corner of Liberty Avenue and 79th Street in Queens. Surveillance video appeared to show a man approaching them from behind before fleeing.
ReplyDeleteYou've given me so many feelings. He's sixteen. Withholding secrets is not gracious at all. He fanned himself to cool his astonishment, "He spent the night? Boy likes you?" Yes,shall I write him?
ReplyDeleteHome right wondered cloudy bright come in barely from school. You're most welcome here
ReplyDeleteHome right wondered cloudy bright come in barely from school. You're most welcome here
ReplyDeleteThere was a smile on his face, but then why was I?, like the others weeping. "we're lucky" searching for our luck, my heart too was scared. a butterfly loose in my head, sycamores that would guide us. wake up-wake up-wake up, not nearly,good.
ReplyDeleteI step backwards
ReplyDeleteI feel like dying
I wont dye this time