At my workshop this week we used Shakespeare's sonnets, a great source text because there is a poem between every line, every word.
Result; erasure from sonnet 90
Then hate me. now
while the world is bent.
do not come in
not a windy night, a rainy morrow
leave me. petty griefs.
the very worst
of might. of woe
Nice. Minimalist.
ReplyDeleteMakes new neural pathways.