[ID: A series of images. Save for the final image, they’re all screenshots of the original post—blackout poetry. Text has been edited to hopefully be more accessible to screen readers.
Image 1 is by aromantic bristle frost:
poetry, not just as art, but as violence against someone—their heart and soul—and using it, cutting out everything. imagine cutting up a painting or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces. just to be clear: blackout poetry, i’m criticizing it here. i am. i have Thoughts about being destructive.
Images 2 through 7 are by in the fall of a sparrow. Image 2:
blackout poetry as an art form, taking a piece of text and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything irrelevant to the point you want to make. imagine using it to make a collage, or taking pieces out of it to make different poetry. i’m not criticizing. i am just axing poetic. i don’t really know about art being destructive.
Image 3. Readable text is within in red and blue boxes. Sentences are censored with grey and white boxes outlined respectively in black and grey:
poetry, not just an art form, but as an act. the work of taking a piece of text’s heart and soul and cutting to the point to make meaning. using it and carving pieces out of it to make art instructive.
Image 4. Most of the text has been edited to appear washed and faded, grey lines striking through them. Readable text is highlighted in light blue boxes, while some words are censored with black boxes outlined in light blue.
i mean, imagine cutting up a piece of text that’s just waxing poetic about blackout poetry being destructive, violence against other works of art and using it as your raw material to make a collage; criticizing it.
any poet forms an act of violence in the work of art: taking a piece of their heart and eating it raw, cutting very deep to make an image in pain and using it to age a marble sculpture, carving pieces out to make a difference. just to be a poet, i’m not here. i am out. i don’t really know where i have Thought about being.
Image 6. Yellow lines connect three “art"s to the word “irrelevant”. The word “Thought” is outlined in yellow. “Try again” is connected by a thin white line:
try again. art, art, art—irrelevant. Thoughts. art.
Image 7 has blacked out most of the text in individual black lines, but many purposefully empty white spaces separate them:
just to be clear: i don’t really know where i’m going with this. just being destructive.
The final image is the two-panel “It’s like a House of Leaves in here” meme. End ID.]
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