Found Poem and Two Pastiches

Borrowed from e.e. cummings a selection of poems

Here they are set in American-style haiku à la Kerouac

the very skillful strangeness of your smile
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul

And now set in an Anne-Carson-like fragment from some Sappho

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the very skillful strangeness of your smile
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the sweet small clumsy feet of April came

into the ragged meadow of my soul

Christopher Patton at The Art of Compost reproduces under the aegis of erasure practice a page from Carson and introduces (me) to the work of Jen Brevin on Shakespeare's sonnets (Nets): "Against my love shall be, as I am now" is greyed out except for the found poem "I am / vanishing or vanished / in these black lines".

And so for day 1273
08.06.2010