This week in our first workshop of the New Year, we got out the glue and scissors in a flashback to primary school art lessons, and made some cut-up poetry.
Far from being a lazy or un-creative way of making poetry, cut-up and blackout poems require careful thought in choosing and arranging words and phrases not only to make some sort of grammatical sense, but also to carry poetic images that are thought provoking.
We were really happy and impressed with this weeks creations, with everything from comments on climate change, depression and relationships, to some very succinct and outrageous rap-lyric-esque contributions from our Vice President… (ahem…)
Below are photographs of the poems, along with transcriptions. Isn’t it interesting how the typeface, colours, and sizes of the words can affect how you read the poems, and how the lack of usual punctuation can create interesting ambiguities and multiple possible readings?
Who’d have thought poison pen letters could be so profound…
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Poem 1
Searching for:
crazy-ish wild
spirit.
Scatter time well little beauties
free the choice
think light when the winter…
damage going visibly,
if only…
crafted paradox
don’t explain… discover
Poem 2
Rain slashing against walls
all tired wet cold hungry
tempers fray.
To run nearly succeeds
everyone malfunctioning
works, my brain doesn’t.
Effort condescending
suddenly this day new crown
I’ve begun battling
have been more comfortable.
What the hell are we doing to ourselves?
The answer is quite simple.
Poem 3
Brooding scenery. GRAND TOUR!
leading EVENT beginning!
It’s gone quiet…
(By Heather)
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“The positivity of the long white cloud”
extraordinary trips with extraordinary people,
distant journeys become difficult,
someone familiar doesn’t behave,
stargazing in deep water.
Quick! Telegraph the plan!
Sail through the week,
(tackling in reverse)
from friendly free pitfalls.
Tiny dancers and big finales
from only a shot of colour.
Easy to control,
a new problem flies
from secret puzzles to the cruel disaster…
the death of a special book
(the one that made you cry)
and if it matters to you?
Travel
Unexpected skies
a sparkle in heaven.
It’s sooner in my dreams
We explore the amazing and beautiful spectacle
They’re invisible
we’ve left again.
You needn’t hurl against its
apology
life
(By Maura)
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He studies his cold vanilla personality, routinely
I love his demands of only tears and his sparse charisma
I would be flattered he should answer,
I assumed someone decides you are better suited unfurled
it suggests that first taste of beige love, typically gripping a lost illusion
I left promptly for attention to replace you
I don’t think this is the right way either.
What turns me on
The peace, no
Lionel Richie music
(By James)
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Travel the dark river
of riches
This is a message from your undiscovered passion
and my undiscovered art
The King wasn’t sure about Baroque
but
Let’s talk of the theatre of luck
and of the demise of
the most unique and ancient garden…
The world
people who knew
of the person that I had received
slipped
between the cracks
maddeningly elusive,
a legend became notorious
A bright villain emerges – wild
admired and despised
The reason his story produced no art
isn’t to be forgotten.
rumour was tainted by the tiniest lives.
he set through the veils
of history’s fire
and seemed destined
to work
paid in death
to see her, in life.
But I have described candidly
something of a boy
who left no legacy
and was fabled.
(By Rachel)
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How you defeat time
go bigger do more
the best you can
mania free
rebel
go on
The geek who predicted
Your choice
too small
that we scatter a few
(By Zahne)
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Do you always feel slightly sad?
That’s the disease
pull up a chair…
I’ve found the secret
the only definition you’ll ever need
live a fuller life
push the boat out
change your life
help your loved ones
eat a rainbow
own more time in bed
I sort of briefly went up in flames
He wept a few times
You slide easily
Any doubts are dispelled
I’m not alone
The warmth takes over
(By Stefan)
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David Cameron
EU
Mortgage
smog levels
football
Oil price
CO2 emissions
“bedroom tax”
winter
Expenses
flood
terrorist attack
homes.
(Hayley C)
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The future abandoned forgot?
A gray glorious gloom
suffocating sweaty furnace
recycling bright history
star dreamers
dance heads up
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Orange
like Nemo
it is the colour of a smile
or if passion is a flavour
it might seem like a fresh morning
with the warmest fire
like a cold, blue day
can be a particularly exciting adventure
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Feeling down
HAPPY
lost
FEEL HAPPY
depressed?
GOOD
depressed
HAPPY
depression
SMILE
help
relationships shouldn’t be
designed
out of the shadows of last night’s
shaking fury
show me
your booty
BITCHES
PREPARE YOURSELF FOR
C
O
C
K
(By Hayley R)