finally they captured her alive in a net.
a footnote in the government programme of localized deities
and punishment for being unknown to them.
she stayed imprisoned
and ceased to interact meaningfully with the heavens.
these ordinary monsters
their food was ambrosia but they bled when injured.
even apparent gods might be humans incognito

(I cut and assembled this a month ago but my cat knocked my cutting board on the floor and I had to psyche myself up to find and sort all the pieces)

#collage #analogcollage #cutuppoetry #poetry #foundpoetry #poem #poems #foundpoem #cutuppoetrytechnique #poet #art #writing
Bring me the moons of Saturn wrapped in swaddling clothes / I know how to raise them

#collage #poetry #cutuppoetry #poem #art #cutandstick
A #collagepoem from 2018. I've been making them since 2013, and for many years they were a daily practice, so I have lots of photo albums/binders full. Now I do the NaPoWriMo daily poem in April every year to anchor the craft in my life, and still make collage poetry in addition to other (free) writing.

"What is this? It looks old."
.
Painted ‘the portrait’ ends
changed the rules
about how sacred
ought to be / flattering
the female form
a labyrinth of runs, ramps
.
the Catskills or merely exist
“of Paris.” See each hen as
a distinct personality,
printed on clothing,
blossoms.
.
I’m writing not so
wonderful story
so French in feeling.

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#poetesss #500writingprompts + #collagepoetry #cutuppoetry #cutupmethod #poetry
I saw the stars cut by the Fates / the forces of disorder come to term / like any good girl in this unfriendly universe / I fed on the milk of Amalthea / in secrecy

#cutup #cutuppoetry #foundpoetry #poetry #poem #collagepoetry #cutuppoetrytechnique
denied the secret of fire
she turned to her mother for advice
gentle child
newborn god
our fortitude is the whole point

#foundpoetry #poetry #cutuppoetry #cutup #cutandpaste #poem #foundpoem #poet #collagepoem #collagepoetry #collage

The #Dadaist Town Crier proclaims:

Hear Yes! Hear No!
Hear Yea! Yeah Yeah!
Howls the deal -
The philosophy of the library
there are no virgin honey penguins
found in the bathroom -
they rise and vanish, an oblivious ghost,
shadows of life, whose very souls lost,
When the inmate stirs, the birds retire discreetly
From the window-ledge, whereon they whistled sweetly

#TownCrierASongOrPoem
#HashTagGames #ThomasHardy #JohnClare #DadaistPoem #CutUpPoetry #CollagePoetry #Poem #Dadaism #TristanTzara #Art #Poets #Performance #WilliamSBurroughs_CutUpMethod

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K15TPPjTScM

Tristan Tzara sings The Song of a Dadaist (1920)

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