Lucy
Blackout Poetry
I introduced the Creative Writing Club at Chatt State to Blackout Poetry last Wednesday. I brought copies of this page from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, and we each spent an hour marking it up and making art.
Mine is below. Let me know what you think.
I was working on a chapbook of blackout poetry a while back. This writing experiment makes me want to revisit it and post some of them here. I’ll have to dig them out and see what they look like.
Ooo! I really like this.
"The relic of a dead lover, the blood through my teeth, my lips."
and
"My breath smelt of babies..."
So fitting.
Awesome!