a found poem
colored slippers
car parts, and
bloodied flesh
his brother
his son
Mr. Khaitan paused
unlike many
he looked young
with only a few strands
of gray
he held up the cover
of the local paper
his son
and the other children
smiled from within small circles
that would fit in a locket
Found poem rules remain the same: edits only; nothing re-sequenced. Found in a piece that Damien Cave wrote for the New York Times on a bomb blast that recently went off in Iraq.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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6 comments:
and stripping out a bunch of words in between ;)
this one is particularly good. I want to try it too now.
very cool -- it's about time this caught on, doggoneit -- I guess I was being too oblique. ;)
can't wait -- I'll be watching.
I never understood the rule before either. Cool!
I'm glad somebody finally asked because I had no idea what a "found" poem was supposed to be. What do you start with - an article from a paper?
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