I hope this blog hasn’t felt like too much of a copout lately. I hadn’t done one of these blackout poems in months, and then I got thousands (literally! thousands!) of visits from a few mentions and reading people’s comments (some of which are really hilarious) made me interested in doing them again. I love how on the internet you have no control over what you are. If somebody sees your poems, you’re a poet. If somebody sees your comics, you’re a cartoonist.
I am whatever you say I am. I think a famous poet said that once…
Oh wait: that was Eminem.
Ah, well.
AK — I came here and then added the feed to your blog b/c of the mention on 37signals. I love the blackout poems and have been sharing them with my friends. Please keep it up! — TW
hey tim! thanks for stopping by and for the good words
maybe I missed something..poet where?
one who fills their balloon..
thinking their words are grand..
won’t fly far!
if they’re not really my words does it get me out of the whole balloon-not-flying far thing?
I think I like this one best of all.