I’m having a “play” day with my students tomorrow. I ripped out 60 or so pages from various magazines & am having them do blackout or collage poems because… why not?
In googling around for examples to show them, I came across this–just too apropos, just too good not to post.
I would like to please just be known as “The Blackout Poetess” from now on. Granted, it’s probably much cooler to be known as such because of your awesome collage poems, not because you make drinking too much gin &/or bourbon a regular occurrence, but hey–
If the shoe fits…
(…I will steal it from you, wear it to the bar, high kick someone in the face with it, possibly vomit on it, lose it, & then lie to you about ever having had it.)