One of the things that’s surprised me the most about making blackout poetry is the way it taps into my subconscious and, out of someone else’s old words, coalesces into thoughts that speak to my here and now.
When I’m beginning a poem and choosing words, I’m usually just looking for ones that work together to form a complete thought and sound at least somewhat poetry-ish. But many times, when I revisit them later, I go, “Oh! That’s about me.”
This is one of those. But probably because it’s universal. Because isn’t that an apt description of life? Change is always happening, and there’s so rarely a compass to tell you exactly which way to go. (Darnit!)
Originally posted on Instagram.