Last Friday I didn’t have a top image or a subject line for the newsletter, so I said, “You know what? I’ll give myself an hour to play and see what happens.” I pulled a half-finished blackout poem out of the drawer and came up with “New dumpsters, old fires.”
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Come on, world
Disintegration
This poem was inspired by listening to The Cure’s Disintegration at top volume in my studio.
I put it at the top of last Friday’s newsletter, “A New Appreciation.”
Your next best friend
Here is an old blackout poem I stuck in Tuesday’s letter, “Your next best friend,” which is about making good friends — with people and books.
We spend a lot of our lives as readers on the search for new books. But how many great books are already waiting for us on our shelves? How many favorite authors would we form deep relationships with if we simply read or re-read a few more of their books?
I really like the way this one turned out. You can read the whole thing here.
The mind at 4 a.m.
I made this blackout last week and put it at the top of Friday’s newsletter about getting in and out of trouble. Unfortunately, it was prophetic, because I was up at 4 a.m. this morning…
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