You Might Like This Book If You…
- Enjoy YA coming of age books,
- Struggled with fitting into religious expectations as a teenager,
- Clashed with your immigrant parents over cultural differences as an American teenager,
- Love slam poetry
One does not simply read aloud an ee cummings poem.
But this reading is how one of his most popular poems became one of my favorites.
Found poetry is magic. It is when commonplace words and text reveal themselves as poetry. A classic example is this piece by William Carlos Williams:
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
**Note: I think this was just written in the style of found poetry, as if it were written on a note in the kitchen. But you get the idea. (Aside: This poem annoys my students like no other. They cannot accept it as a poem and it is hilarious to see them so angry about poetry!)
This street art counts:
So does this passive aggressive Facebook post by a relative, posted after a family event…
That I turned into this:
Some family pictures
are very confusing.
Those who don’t
like each other
pose and smile,
When I searched for other examples of “found poetry,” I was overwhelmed by teaching resources that somehow confused found poetry with blackout poetry. Allow me to differentiate:
Found poetry: Text/language that wasn’t meant to be poetic (i.e., speech, a Tweet, an advertisement, etc.) reveals poetic elements. My favorite is when the original message hasn’t been changed, just formatted into the broken lines of poetry. The Wikipedia page for found poetry has a few speeches that were converted into poetry.
Blackout poetry: Drawing on a printed page of prose to reveal poetry within the page. This requires deletion of words and manipulation of the original message. The best blackout poetry somehow highlights a thematic idea that aligns with the original text. For example:
Blackout poetry is often used in grade school poetry lessons because kids feel it is easier to “create” poetry if all one has to do is find it on the page. Plus, engaging in visual arts gives them a chance to see the art in poetry.
Both require finding poetry, and are therefore magical in their own way. To me, the beauty of poetry is in putting words—beautiful ones, simple ones, ones that you never would have imagined—to the complexity of human experience. I love that poetry is—as Ralph Fletcher describes it—a “fresh” way of looking at our boring world, that thus forces us to perceive our reality with new eyes. Both found and blackout poetry do that. I prefer found poetry because the words and message are kept in their original form, just reformatted to highlight their beauty.
Now that that’s out of the way, here’s the real reason I decided to muse on found poetry today…
My two-year-old says the cutest things. She’s finally at the point where she can say complete sentences, even some compound ones. She also loves demanding that I pick her up and run through the house, as if I were a horse. Quite exhausting, might I add.
The other day, she climbed on me, commanded me to run, and pointed out the path I should take through the house.
The front room was dark. The blinds were closed, and it was a cloudy day.
“Oh no, it’s dark in there,” she said. But she insisted. “We run through the dark!”
I loved her determination and courage in that moment. To me, that’s poetry. A wild child riding her mom and demanding that we both run through that which scares us.
And so I had to create this:
May you run through whatever darkness you face today… and possibly find some poetry along the way.
Mrs. Taylor’s AP Literature class wasn’t boring. In fact, she was always sure to entertain by drawing out some oblique Freudian innuendo from a text, then wiggling her eyebrows at us to add to the scandalous situation. And yet, I found myself mindlessly flipping through the pages of my textbook in class.Continue reading “The Poem That Every Angsty Kid (And Future Parent) Needs to Read”
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