I hosted a blackout poetry workshop for my library this week. It was not as well attended as I hoped it would be. (Thank you to the professor who brought her class by in the last hour!) While I waited for people to drop by, I made a few blackout poems for myself. It was a meditative experience. It forces you to focus on the words - just the words - before you find a greater meaning in the text. Then, you have to carefully black out what you don't want. More than once, I had to change course when my sharpie went a bit too far in the text. One of the poems turned out so well I decided to paste it into my bullet journal. Not only did the text speak to me, but I was able to decorate the page with the perfect image clipped from a magazine. Despite the low attendance, I plan to bring the workshop back. It's a great way to engage with a literary form that can be intimidating.
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