In the interest of fostering our love for poetry, (This one's for you, Anne!) I wanted to share some of the blackout poetry that I've done. Dan mentioned this in class but I thought I'd give an example. Trying to reduce fact into art is an infuriatingly lovely process, and I recommend everybody try it out!
I realize that they are both on their side and hard to read so I'll type them out here:
They were dismantled,
I close around me
rather than just watching the moment bloom
was part of the air.
An elegant lightness,
derived from the burdens upon them.
she asked it