Last week on The Writers’ Block Blog of The Loft Literary Center, Grace Miel Jasper posted about her experiences with found poetry at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis. Her post was titled On Found Poetry, and she discusses blackout poetry, Mary Oliver, public art and the temporal nature of things.
As someone who doesn’t write poetry herself, I hold found poems in the highest esteem. They’re often astoundingly intelligent; they can honor or subvert; they bring otherwise estranged voices into conversation. They’re collaborative, even if the authors of the base texts don’t know it. I’m always loath to leave behind the works that mean the most to me, and found poetry offers an additional level of engagement.