#erasurepoetry

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

A new blackout poem “Untitled”

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

All you love enclosed

A gift either way

take pride

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[wildcmbcrsupdates]

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Via foolishfancy on Instagram, 10/05/2022.

[confessionpoem]

we don’t expect the truth we invited the lies

the truth is a long shot a little hope

source: Grisham, John. The Confession. Doubleday, 2010.

[echointhechamber]

Day Twenty One

don’t run away

disappear to someplace like

Memphis or Brazil

where no one can follow

you don’t need rescue

or common heroics

you stopped your bleeding

so just wait

take a moment

somewhere behind you

a new voice is ready

to call your name

@jesscapelle

Remix of THE CHAMBER by John Grisham, 16-17 (Dell 2012).

[capellepoeming2021]

The elements kept close watch

as she turned her face.

A sign of escape clearly glowed.

Curious thought prickled

behind gray windows,

but she was safe.

Safe enough.

She didn’t need to follow.

But the rockets purred so sweet.

Her safe thoughts fell away

as she blinked.

She held to the light,

needing to bloom.

@jesscapelle

Remix of THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS by Thomas Harris, p. 252-258, St. Martin’s Press (1989).

[kellnelson]

words from The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

[deadestpoet]

She and I

Chastened  the body suspected cream and coral bits polished as  spotless as her expression. Her mind a stasis spell warded against my word.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 171.

[fadeintoablackout]

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[hcjoneschristwriting]

God Said So

"How do you cause people to believe in an imagined order such as Christianity, democracy, or capitalism? First, you never admit that the order is imagined. You always insist that the order sustaining society is an objective reality created by the great gods or by the laws of nature. People are unequal, not because Hammurabi said so, but because Enlil and Marduk decreed it. People are equal, not because Thomas Jefferson said so, but because God created them that way. Free markets are the best economic system, not because Adam Smith said so, but because these are the immutable laws of nature."

-Yuval Noah Harari, 'The Prison Walls', Sapiens.

How do you believe in

an imagined order

such as

Christianity?

The order

is imagined.

You insist

that the order

is an objective reality

created by God.

People are unequal

because

‘God said so.’

[renstrawn]

This poem is composed entirely of elements from Franz Kafka’s work. The specific pieces drawn from are, in order, A Hunger Artist, The Metamorphosis and In the Penal Colony.

[serataino]

"The world will weep for love" #sonnet9 #shakespearesonnets #creativity #writinginspiration #words #personalproject #transformativeart #deletionart #deletionpoetry #erasurepoetry #seraspoetry #blackoutpoetryv https://www.instagram.com/p/CBUP6-agxEa/?igshid=7pcu572jg6sy

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

“Good Will Do” A blackout poem.

There are things

Which I have

Always thought

Sacred and belonging

To a forgiving and pleasant time;

When men and women

Open their hearts to people

I believe good will do good

- Crystal Charlotte Lynch

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[wildcmbcrsupdates]

foolishfancy: Dear child In this story love Wins . . . #lovewins #dearchild #rewritetherules #changethenarrative #changetheworld #rewriteyourstory #erasurepoetry #blackoutpoetry

Via foolishfancy on Instagram, 06/05/2022.

[confessionpoem]

but you have ammunition your one last shot of revenge

a story Google does not know

source: Grisham, John. The Confession. Doubleday, 2010.

[echointhechamber]

Day Twenty

It was a good day,

sun shining, pleasant.

But then, a small event.

I think about it,

occasionally.

Ask why:

Why cause such misery?

Intend such ruin?

But I didn’t go to a neat grave.

A light insisted on living in me.

Not glitzy or showy,

a little tiny,

at a distance.

And over time, it became

a million times more.

A bomb of light exploding

slowly

over years.

@jesscapelle

Remix of THE CHAMBER by John Grisham, p. 85-86 (Dell 2012).

[capellepoeming2021]

the one you couldn’t see

what you wanted the most, alone

in the dark silence, wondering

your reddened eyes asking questions

knocking on time’s door, looking

for chance, easy favors

before the tests, the work

the peculiar replies

will you pay attention?

will you believe?

@jesscapelle

Remix of THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS by Thomas Harris, p. 1-6, St. Martin’s Press (1989).