Finders Keepers: Part of the Cycle

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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.

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  • August 3, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    Words taken from ‘The Summer Day’ by Mary Oliver.

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    What A Prayer Is

    The world
    the one flung forth
    washes her face,
    what she has been doing all day,
    exactly what a prayer is.

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  • August 3, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    Words taken from ‘On Found Poetry’ by Grace Miel Jasper, posted at The Writers’ Block Blog.

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    Mary Oliver’s Poetry Books

    Mary Oliver’s poetry books
    A selection, outside on a box
    Are covered with the summer mantra;
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    With your one wild and precious life?”

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  • August 3, 2014

    Lewis Oakwood

    ‘What A Prayer Is’, composed of words taken (and rearranged) from ‘The Summer Day’ by Mary Oliver.

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    ‘Mary Oliver’s Poetry Books’, composed of words taken from ‘On Found Poetry’ by Grace Miel Jasper, posted at The Writers’ Block Blog.

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