Erasure Poetry
Erasure Poetry: The best way I can explain erasure poetry is to show you. Start with a book, a page from a magazine, or (in my case) lyrics to a song. Fade out, or remove, the words you don’t want. What remains is a poem. There’s no right or wrong way to create erasure poetry. I recently learned about Erasure Poetry through Mindy Stricke and her Greetings from Motherland project.
So, for now, this will be my creative outlet. I want to know the meaning of robins in dreams and why they are the bird I notice more than any other (why not a male cardinal). I think maybe I will become one in my next life.
Stay with me…it’s art, after all!
The Littlest Birds
Well I feel like an old hobo, I’m sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as the summer day now the summer days are through
You pass through places and places pass through you
But you carry ‘em with you on the souls of your travellin’ shoes
Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
Wake you up in the mornin’ so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues
I got the wanderin’ blues
And i’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of these days soon
And I’ll sing
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…
Flightless Bird
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
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Julie, this is very cool visually, too. It hadn’t occurred to me to try it in type rather than on paper. Love it.