Blackout poetry is an intriguing form of expression which feels a lot like word search puzzles but seems a more complex and rewarding exercise, fit for a quiet hour at home.
Earlier this month, I picked up a random book, ‘word searched’ my first blackout poem, and found it to be something I’d love to do again. I’ve continued here with a second poem, from the next page of the [same book’s] introduction, which I used for my first blackout poetry series post. Like I said then, it seems interesting to use the same book—page after page.
While the first redacted page revealed a theme of categorization, today’s page called out crime, and the poem revealed something of an analogous conundrum:
Crime . . . moral insanity?
call crime moral insanity
automatically; by coincidence
we shook hands in hell—we
became business partners of
enormous talent and ability
Relevant Factoid: “moral insanity” is an archaic psychiatric term, since replaced by updated definitions and terminology.
I was inspired by Molly Shea’s Hen House, whose blog I follow, to try blackout poetry (aka erasure poetry).
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