Literature, Nature, Poetry, Think About This

~ NaPoWriMo ~ Day 26 ~ Erasure poem ~ Love of J Red Frock ~

 

Today, I challenge you to perform an erasure of your own. You don’t need to start with a poem as long asParadise Lost, of course, but a tolerably long poem is usually needed to furnish enough material so that the final product isn’t just a few words long (though erasure haiku might be a fun new subgenre). A few long poems that might respond well to erasure could be Shakespeare’s Venus and Adonis, Allen Ginsberg’sHowl, or Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott. Go ahead and copy and paste the text into a document, and then start whiting-out words.

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 LOVE      OF  J.     RED    FROCK

by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

LET  go , you

against the sky

upon a table;

through                                streets,

 

in one-night

restaurants

Streets

Of              intent

an overwhelming question …

“What is it?”

 

Make      visit.

women

Michelangelo.

 

fog                 upon the window-panes,

smoke                   on the window-panes,

evening,

Lingered

from chimneys,

Slipped                                             sudden leap,

soft October night,

house,              fell asleep.

 

And                                       time

 

 

 

meet the faces

murder and create,

works       of hands

on your plate;

for you                                me,

time                         for                 indecisions,

visions

tea.

 

women come and go

Michelangelo.

be time

 

wonder,                               “Do I dare?”

turn               descend

bald

 

 

rich and modest,

thin!”

 

Disturb

 

a minute                reverse.

 

, known them all:

evenings, mornings, afternoons,

coffee

fall

music

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

presume?

And how should I begin?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Asleep … tired … or it malingers,

 

,

I am no prophet—

 

 

sprinkled

, after the teacups, floor—

 

 

magic

 

 

 

 

not Prince Hamlet,

 

the Fool.

 

I grow old … I grow old …

 

 

eat a peach?

upon the beach.

 

 

sing to me.

 

 

we drown.

 

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