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By News & Resources Editor Martin Elwell. Send me your found poetry news.


Beat Box Machine

BBI once saw a poet perform his poems while playing “beatbox harmonica.” Admittedly, it was pretty cool. As a person generally regarded to have “no rhythm,” it was a bit out of my league. Until now. Yesterday, I discovered Incredibox, and I’ve been composing killer beats ever since. To get a feel for what’s possible with this addictive tool, check out their Top 50. Happy beatboxing!

Poetry as Tribute

EIFPR Editor-in-Chief Jenni B. Baker recently wrote in the Huffpost Arts & Culture blog about her erasure project Erasing Infinite, where she creates erasure poems from David Foster Wallace’s novel Infinite Jest one page at a time. Her post is enlightening, informative and personal, with insights into erasure poetry, fiction and loss. There are many memorable lines in the post, and here is one of my favorites, “Starting with another’s work can give rise to greater personal expression than can often be arrived at by creating completely from scratch.” Read the rest here.

Wish It Were Found

FOIf only fortune cookies were actually as cool as Frank O’Hara’s “Lines for the Fortune Cookies.” If you’ve found a great line or two in a fortune cookie, share it in the comments section below.

 

2 Comments

  • August 8, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    Words taken (and rearranged) from ‘Lines for the Fortune Cookies’ by Frank O’Hara.

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    Intriquing Proposal

    Love on the horizon,
    say hello to the next person you meet
    beginning there I guess you will marry,
    you should wear white.

    ~

  • August 8, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    An erasure poem found in the article – Poetry As Tribute: Erasing David Foster Wallace’s ‘Infinite Jest’ by Jenni B. Baker.

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    Erasure Poetry

    The art of marking out words and phrases
    from an existing text,
    leaving behind select words
    that compose a new poem —

    Breaking free from the shackles
    of another’s work;
    personal expression, stories,
    the recurring strain.

    To craft a poem; a conceptual point,
    compulsion
    to the common human threads
    that unite us all.

    ~