wash them, wade them, try them on. step in mud and purge the flood. stitch them finely and still you have the same words in different shades. WORDS NEVER WEAR THAT GO TO NO WHERE.
It fascinates me that people doing this kind of poem can come up with such interesting and different layout patterns. You could give the same paragraph of poetry or prose to two people, tell them to construct it visually (in the same manner you have) and get two poems that read completely differently. What motivates someone to split a line at a certain word? To put some words left of center, others right? It's like a Rorschach inkblot test... what do you see in the layout?
this is a .png file of my playing with space like we see in the battery poems.
ReplyDeleteI encourage others to play with space, words, and meaning as well.
"Mime my memory with mines of myth..." I love it!
ReplyDeleteIt fascinates me that people doing this kind of poem can come up with such interesting and different layout patterns. You could give the same paragraph of poetry or prose to two people, tell them to construct it visually (in the same manner you have) and get two poems that read completely differently.
What motivates someone to split a line at a certain word? To put some words left of center, others right?
It's like a Rorschach inkblot test... what do you see in the layout?