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
|He and I connected through
|initiating the outpouring of my
|Standing on the door of his
|music played inside a suicidal silence.|
|deep-chill swept through,
Eyes the colour of chrome.
|He was a strangely familiar
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. 🙂