this blog began as a way for me to record blackout poetries i was making for a project of mine. since then, i try to continue making blackout poetry. using articles, reports, book pages and even extended facebook messages, i pick out words or phrases, black out the rest and what is left is a new message. what you read here is the result.
Monday, October 10, 2011
suspicious of the visitor
i looked round desperately for somewhere to hide.
hopeless of course.
and then i heard a footstep
behind the door,
"i beg your pardon," he said, looking me up and down.