redacted poems

One of my favourite art journaling methods is to use found text and make simple poems.

I first discovered found poems when I was teaching in the 1980’s, when hubby used them in his English classes. Redacted poems are not quite the same, but I use the same principles, they don’t rhyme and they don’t have to make sense. I have found when teaching art journaling they are a good tool to use if people struggle with using images.

I like messing around using different materials to redact the words ( if you want to see lots of examples on Instagram you need to search #blackoutpoems) I like crosshatching and using washi tape.

I think the cross hatching with mandala detracts a bit too much from the text – but it is fun doing it.

Yesterday Monika and I taught a class where we used text by Bene Brown and other ‘goodread’ quotes about vulnerability as the starting point.

I asked to photograph the work – but promised to just use fragments to illustrate the different techniques the participants used to make their poems. I love the variety of materials and the colours.

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/vulnerability

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13588356-daring-greatly

Faber and Faber poetry 

My sister has given me her old diary – which is a Faber and Faber Poetry diary for 2015 –

I am stuck stuck at the airport far too early because I miss read my flight departure … so I am passing time making blackout poems – in the past I have been decorating them with my tight mandalas , but after this last week I wanted to scribble and make a mess again . 

 The poems are grouped in seasons so by starting in January there is lots of dark nights, lights, moons and snow to play with. The restaurant upstairs is playing endless Christmas music. 


Simon Armitage 

Poetry 

This ancient clock 

Thus the quarter struck 

It’s empty in here 

Chimes sing out 


Matthew Francis 

Street lamps 

There was more night 

Waiting for us 

Understand its spaces 

Veiled sisters 

With meaning 

Sentences left for the lights 


Dylan Thomas 

In my craft or sullen art 

Sullen art 

Still night 

The moon rages 

Lovers lie abed 

Their most secret heart 

These spendthrift pages

With their nightingales

Their arms 

Craft or art 


With this one I liked my brother in laws random comments at the top of the page. The comparison with grey, snow and carpet with Africa is powerful – and I love the repetition 

Mark Ford 

After Africa 

Surbiton 

Weeping 

Snow falling 

Soft bougainvillea flowers 

Everyone was pale ,pale or grey , as pale grey 

Everyone was pale ,pale or grey , as pale grey 

Faded carpet 

Traffic roared outside 

A faded carpet 

Surbiton

Plains