Black-out Poetry (Part 20)

How has been two and a half years since I last posted some blackout poetry?! Now that I’m back at the blogging game, I thought I would inaugurate it with some blackout poems, this batch coming from Carl Jung’s Memories, Dreams, Reflections. Because this was his autobiography, it is full of dreams and psychoanalysis (as the title suggests) as he plumbed the depths of his own subconscious self. These poems are probably a bit heavy as a result, but I have a feeling that a lot of my poems are heavy. So what’s new, really?

Black-out Poetry (Part 19)

Back at it with Swann’s Way by Proust, I made some more poems from the tome. (The first series of Swann’s Way blackout poems are posted here— it will be quite a while before I run out of material to use from this book.) Still at a loss for anything to write about in prose form, I am sticking with poetry at the moment. (And what a weird moment it is. Who can make sense of what is going on in the world and our lives?) Literature is the best refuge, in my opinion.

Black-out Poetry (Part 15)

I’ve made some more of my favorite things: here are some blackout poems made from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre (which just so happened to be one of my favorite books back in high school).

Black-out Poetry (Part 11)

I spent this evening making some black-out poems from Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, so here they are.

Black-out Poetry (Part 10)

I’ve been devouring books lately but not producing much, so I took a break to make some black-out poems from a book on my shelf that I’ve never read, The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy.

Black-out Poetry (Part 8)

On Monday I leave for France, where I’ll be backpacking around for a few weeks with my brother. So I picked up my Rumi collection– always good for an introspective journey– and decided to make some black-out poems.