#foundpoetry

[harvardfineartslib]

We continue to celebrate National Poetry Month by sharing some of the artists’ books that incorporate found poetry. It’s been a lot of fun to find interesting artists’ books!

Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.

This artist’s book entitled Tick Tiger Trout uses the New York City phone book as its source material. Artist Eva Mantell extracted the last names of people in New York that refer to nature, such as sun, moon, planet, star…

Tick, tiger, trout Eva Mantell. [Rosendale, N.Y.] : Published by Women's Studio Workshop, ©1996. 20 unnumbered pages : illustrations ; 23 cm English Cover title. "Being a partial reading of the New York City phone book” HOLLIS number: 990152987920203941

[lucylagopus]

Miradas de bolsillo. Desde el estanquillo.

El reloj marca orden/tiempo. Arriba, entre figuras con gesto teatral, el guion se rompe: anida un árbol. Lo eterno de la piedra; lo insistente de lo vivo. 4:30. La siesta: hora blanda. En mi bolsillo, una nota: La ciudad no reconoce pausas completas. En una puerta gigante —ya abierta— vive otra puerta, pequeña. Se abre cuando nadie mira. Mira. Cierra. Algo diminuto pide tiempo. Otra vez tiempo. Tiempo para el detalle. Tiempo para acercarse y ver. Ojo. Lupa. Silencio. Y las marionetas: colgadas, quietas. Suspendidas en la ficción de una obra que lleva años ausente. Ya no queda aquí ninguna memoria viva que la albergue… solo el gesto, esperando. Los leones como medallones: fuerza sin movimiento. Todo el frente del edificio es un teatro. Y ellas: dos señoras en el balcón, en la esquina, mirando todo. No aplauden. No juzgan. No hablan. Sostienen, solemnes, toda la escena.

[mockpoet]

Pending

The blue light an almost-hum on the edge of peripheral vision. Dust motes caught in the slow afternoon beam from the window. I leave the tab open. Always. Just in case. A notification, perhaps, or a thought still forming. Pending. The silence is not quiet. It’s the hum of something not happening. A connection. An absence. Another minute folds into another. The screen dims. Do not close without saving. But what is there to save? Just this click of nothing. Repeating. Pending.

[susanburch]

4/5/25

the secrets of God

in my pocket

vanished

did you

take them

A remixed poem from:

Stoker, Bram. Dracula, Wordsworth Editions Limited, 1993. P.87, 85, 86.

[onlyforshree]

April 9

An erasure from Pg 44 of Dracula by Bram Stoker

[rajavomwaldesrand]

Elizabeth @mendingbeautifully

”to the vast silence of the sea~ watching the stars rise~ magic~ potent~ spells.” ~ with Ursula LeGuin “all things 48”~ a new book for stitching, a new year for living and for remembering the true nature of it all.

[pamelahobartcarter]

April 1: Pink

The Poeming-BANS OFF OUR POETRY

White, E. B. Charlotte's Web. New York and Evanston: Harper and Row, Publishers, 1952. Print. Pg. 4.

[nick-q-the-poeming-spring-2024]