Mary Ruefle's exquisite erasure poem
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Chicago was the best part of me (erasure poem from Brian Doyle’s novel Chicago) // Jessie Lynn McMains, July 2023
Chicago
was
the
best part of
me.
o,
the
extraordinary
dark heart
of the lake,
the nighthawk
heaven
under the dim streetlamps.
I remember dreaming
sheaves of poems.
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National Poetry Month -- Erasure Poetry!
April is National Poetry Month, and I thought that it would be fun to open up that celebration with a bit more erasure poetry that was inspired by a piece from our collection.
I have found that history books have sparked the most inspiration for me when it comes to erasure poetry; they offer so much information and room to pick apart paragraphs to build something new. The book I decided to pick this time around is A History of Ireland For Schools, Academies, and Colleges, written by American writer Ann Nolan Clark (1896-1995). The book was published by J.S. Hyland & Co. in 1905 and has beautiful images (both illustrated and photographed) and maps to accompany the literature.
Much like my last attempt at erasure poetry, I found it to be quite easy to get inspired by the informational writing; while it still took a bit of reading to find a good section that clicked with my creative brain, after I found it, my pencil was swift to the paper and thus a poem was created:
History of Ireland - The Island of Saints & Scholars
Inis Na Naoihm;
The Island of Saints,
Born during a sojourn,
And bestowed upon her
A veil,
Which became the center of life
And honor.
The sun,
The morning star,
And the moon;
There is no better shining light -
Gleaming white, peaceful& pure.
The light swept down,
Wandered among them,
And was worshiped
For ferocity
Instead of justice.
And with this, we begin our descent into the celebration of poetry!
View my previous erasure poem.
-- Elizabeth V., Special Collections Undergraduate Writing Intern
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"I feel very much at home as a fantasy, I belong to a short story called adieu."
artist: jo
source: @vermiciousvermillion
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Dissociation
I keep fading in and out.
I can hardly remember
That’s the truth,
one of the few
things I do know.
Poem 5
Process: Erasure
Source: Stine, R.L. Haunted. New York: New York, 1990. 53-54. Print.
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Imprisonment
I long for rescue
I am always cold.
Habits, not magic
harm the most patient men
Perhaps, one day
God forbid
do not think it
What rescue could there be?
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erasure poem taken from Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
this poem is about/inspired by/? the dnd 5e spell “Imprisonment”
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Erasure poem from Ada Limon’s Lucky Wreck
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Throwback to last year’s “Old College Try” erasure poem
The warning signs
great in number, ignrored.
Our love has never
walked all the way.
Longer than it looks.
I want to say I’m sorry
I t r y completely out of hand
I felt the rot in my fingers,
weak love misplace
trashcan fire as searchilight hell.
Own the end --
a way down.
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Sneak peek from a project I’m doing at work! We’ve got a “found in the library” collection dating back to the early 2000s [I believe], and I’m putting on a new exhibition using those items. I’ve done one in the past, but this one is getting artsy ya’ll!
First step was making erasure poems out of letters that we typically can’t use due to the personal information (we don’t exhibit things with identifiable information since we found the items).
More previews to come!
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“Creatio ex Nihilo: Poems and Stories about Depression, Survival, and the Resurgence of Hope” by J.N. Estey
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