Photo Vomit [3]: Black Out Poetry

Warning: Scenes of violence against books. Readers Discretion is Advised. 


Hello. Just a fair warning. Pictures may be disturbing. You may have heard of my obsession with Black Out Poetry. It’s when I take a page of a book, mark, highlight, blackened it in order to create a different line of thought. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I decided to take a book and turn it into a book of Black Out Poetry. 
It’s been a challenge because you have to pick a book written with a somewhat poetic prose. Unfortunately, the book I picked is a bit elementary. And no, I’m not going to divulge which book it is I’m ruining. I read it a long time ago and that’s all I’m going to say about that. 
Borrowed Words, Borrowed Art is the creation of a very bored, albeit, inspired mind. So I thought I’d go ahead and share some pictures of what I’ve done so far. 
Unchecked thoughts hollered a smoke-roughened voice.

We would be Repulsive by midnight.

Mysterious invitation to human sex education.

his deranged truth was up for debate.

Your spectrum of words…
had never been about love.
It’s about indecent connotation.

I dream about a civilization
before the flash of
good reason.

He and I connected through
vibrating horror.

initiating the outpouring of my
sanity.

Standing on the door of his
fabricated world.

music played inside a suicidal silence.

deep-chill swept through,
chasing
Eyes the colour of chrome.

He was a strangely familiar
discomfort.
I feel I should apologize for this but the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m attempting to create something out of this destruction. I want to call it art but it sounds pretentious. I’m currently on page 71 of 369 or something like that, so I’m a long ways away. What do you think? Are you going to take away my book-lover membership card? Let me know in the comments. And be honest. Tell me how you really feel. 🙂