Thanks for trying the newspaper and book page blackout technique (scientific terminology there) in class Tuesday. Please share at least one of your blackout text pieces as a COMMENT on this post.
You could type the text you left on the page as a sentence or poem or story. You could also take a picture with your phone and post your work that way on your own blog, but that is optional.
I'm thinking you could do this same technique with any printed material containing a good chunk of text to work with. I also think you could be inspired to write all sorts of other pieces by using your blacked out piece as a starting point.
You could visit Austin Kleon's website to see what others have come up with and even post your own work there if you're up for it.
It's a miracle, inevitable. You and me. I wish we had founf eachother years ago. Mind filled with memories. Show me how to find magic. Meant to be.
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If you're not organized, it'll kill you.
I never thought of that
I don't know
don't know
I don't know anything.
(I took all the parts that seemed insecure and pieced them together.)
in a circle as if unable to contain emotions i had been lost for five years i knew i saw three deeper and deeper of the past.
ReplyDeleteHe has the soul of an artist,the brains of an orangutan, and our generation's apathy and lack of moral rectitude.
ReplyDeleteI started to fight my way through the crowd.
ReplyDeleteI didn't like it.
Houses bursting at the seams with loud, obnoxious people and head-pounding music you can't even understand the lyrics of.
I'd have preferred to be home.
But I guess that was just me.
Lord Knows
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Yes
without our help,
ReplyDeleteshe'll do it again
she would fight,
would never back down
because, there was still a chance
you can't take that away
Quilted fabric
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an open cardboard box
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She'd fumbled, dropped, and never bothered to pick it up.
She knew instantly what it was. She always kept it.
Heart thumping, she got a really good look.
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Her one visible eye rolled to keep him in sight. His horse moaned. Blinking, legs jittering, and rage targeting man.
ReplyDeleteThe sun's light spilled watery and weak across a powder-blue sky. The air was still and glassy with that kind of brittle, mind-numbing cold that hacked flesh. Gray smoke, he picked out their cabin, had left its mark inside and out. He'd taken a bullet through the left eye. His right eye still worked, but the brain damage meant that after-.
ReplyDeleteThe shot echoed and dissolved, shredded by snow and wind. The air became leaded with the neck of burned hair and cooked brain and fresh death, and the changed, always the fume and choke of the changed.
ReplyDeleteThere was something so strange about seeing so much moonlight inside and as I passed through it I covered my eyes
ReplyDeleteI would never get the rational part of me. You can kill this girl. Monster is paying you to do it, it might actually feel amazing, death by elephant.
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