Block Out Poetry #1

On the weekend I was talking with Adam. I wondered what would happen, the poem we would each create, if given the same page of a book as the starting point. 

I chose page 95 of Wordsworth Classic’s version of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. 

Initial Reflections

Upon taking up my black marker, I realised something that struck me listening to Anna Gibbs’ essay at the Ficto-Critical approaches to a Writing Architecture colloquium I was lucky enough to attend several weeks ago at UQ. There is a physicality in cut up that isn’t there in block out. In cut up you literally take up scissors and glue, dissect and rearrange the page to create something new (at least that is the way it is for me). Block out, in comparison, feels far more passive to me. 

I also realised as I started blocking out words, there is a freedom in cut up that does not exist in block out. There is no ability to shift phrases around. It’s incredibly locked down. 

A Bright Idea


A bright idea 

Lived at the bottom of a well

Took interest in questions 

Eating and drinking treacle 

To fancy herself extraordinary 
Secondary Reflections

My brain was working in cut up mode – looking for phrases to fit together, rather than singling out words and stringing them together. 

Block out is a very different way of approaching the page. One  I’ll need significant time with in order to override the cut up default of thinking. 

The Only Regret

I wished I’d had a copy of the page to do a cut up. There were some sublime phrases in there I wanted to remix. There is no doubt cut up would have elicited a very different type of poem. 

When AL1CE Broke #PostItNotePoetry

IMG_1303When AL1CE Broke

Spare batteries for symbols.
Symbols transmit the madhatter’s warnings.
Warnings processed through the looking glass.
Looking glass corruption of AL1CE’s heart.
Heart offline awaiting spare batteries.

Inspired by @robgcook’s ‘White Rabbit’ yesterday.

whiterabbit

At The End, Poetry and Other Adventures in Public Reading

attheendTomorrow evening I’m doing my first public poetry reading as part of Tom Dullemond’s “At The End, Poetry” at West End’s The End Bar.

I’m reading Papier Mâché the first poem I wrote in December last year. It is a poem of creativity and longing and letting go the things that no longer serve you. Kind of timely in some ways.

The reading kicks off at 6pm. The theme cocktail of the night draws its name from Stacey’s Memories of Wonderland.

And in other reading news, I’ll be reading on the 8th February as part of the QWC’s first Whispers salon. The theme is ‘false starts’ and I’m looking forward to unveiling a little of my birthpunk world from Encursion.