found poetry

Midweek (Blackout) Poetry: Perfectly Spent by daintydora

It's the 'Season of Words' with Get Messy Art Journal, and I usually post my journal pages here. WORDS are my passion of course, especially on this blog, so I'm posting my latest attempt at blackout poetry, inspired by the work of Austin Kleon.

I 'found' it on a random page of an altered book.

Blackout Poetry - Perfectly Spent

The book is a hardback edition of 'Elegance' by Kathleen Tessaro, which I've reworked into 'The Elegance of Words' for my own #getmessy purposes.

I turned the first few pages, scouring for attractive adjectives, nouns, adverbs.

And then I tapped the page with a retractable pencil, eyeing up the inspiration until I was ready to scratch out superfluous words with a gold Sharpie.

Last night. In the living room. By the glow of a paper IKEA lamp.

Perfectly Spent: A blackout poem


Sophisticated rows
of photographs,
aloof gazes
animated, silent, dazzling.
waves turning
cigarettes pass
abundant in a chignon -
eyes feline;
perfectly spent.

Blackout poetry is SO much fun - it's amazing what you can find inside the words of others, the hidden poems waiting to be discovered, especially from the kind of text you might not usually read.

Check out my other experiments with found/blackout poetry using an article from a fashion glossy,  Linux magazineTolstoy's Anna Karenina, Tarot-etry and the amazing fun of Paint Chip Poetry.


Midweek Poetry: Clouds Boiled in Anna Karenina by daintydora

Using Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina as my source prose, I randomly - and blindly - landed my finger at a collection of phrases and words from throughout the book, to come up with an interesting if nonsensical paragraph of fodder in which to 'find' a hidden poem.

Surmise departing flattery, impossible the baby cried. Quietly waiting for a day, continually knocking. Without followers, quiet, nasal, old-fashioned dolly. Unpleasant orphanage returned superficial pleasure. A mist. Forty paces feel bored. Nothing except hypocrisy. Recognise one’s real daughter had quarrels cordially. Fleecy clouds boiled without water, cheerfully. Errand images altogether different. French cathedral long been married.

I like this paragraph of imagery that is unexpected and makes you double-take to scan your eyes over it a second time (a double-read?)

It has a poetic sense just as it is. A tumbling jumble of Tolstoy's finest phrases.

Here's the poem I made from it, which is and has been so far 'untitled':

the clouds boiled.
Boiled without departing.
A cathedral of clouds
Images recognise pleasure. And
surmise cordially.
Surmise. Superficial.

This is a re-post - originally posted on my blog circa October 2010. I couldn't resist. And I'm still going strong for #100daysofhaiku!

See my progress so far over on Instagram.


Midweek 'Found' Poetry: keep_running by daintydora

I love playing with words, and poetry is my place of escape and joy right now. In another exploration of found poetry, I'm linking up with my equally creative and lexical friend, Karen, over at Leaf and Petal.

To shake things up and introduce new and interesting terminology to the mix, we've used a page from a copy of Linux User & Developer magazine (Issue 142), where I was particularly drawn to the 'Python column', which waxes lyrical about adding 'vision' to your Raspberry Pi (not a euphemism!)

Raspberry Pi Article in Linux Magazine (Issue 142)




Establish connected

parameters combine;

probably powerful

while keep_running=


Signals are messages

(the kill signal)

Listen, asynchronous,

do something!

Skip, callback, interrupt -

set the program kernel to

green, red, yellow...

But why Python?

In base libraries

the simplest things combine;

an infinite loop, (the

tilt signal)

where two devices break out.

USB ports

install control

and animated=true.

The last step?


SO much inspiration in words!

Read more of my poetry, 'found' and otherwise, here.


FOUND poetry (from a Balenciaga perfume advert) by daintydora

I love playing with words and I've featured FOUND poetry here before. Whilst flicking through the latest (free) Boots Health & Beauty magazine, I was inspired to construct a quick poem from the words used to advertise the new Balenciaga perfume.

Found Poem: 'Quite Simply'

Advert used for Found Poetry: 'Quite Simply'

It's a bit silly, but it's quick and it's *FUN*. It taps into something immediate and childlike and gets your mind thinking creatively about words and how they fit together.

And I think I'm sold on the perfume now too: "a dream of never-forgotten woody blend floral..." - yes! And the bottle is rather appealing...

I do love it when I can upcycle things, rework things, and use something that would ordinarily be discarded and forgotten, for artistic purpose.

Have you 'found' any poetry of late?


'Found' Bird Poetry - The Dawn Chorus by daintydora

A blackbird in full song - April (original book illustration by Peter Partington)April is a month with a loud soundtrack. No male bird with pretensions towards reproduction can keep its mouth shut at this time of year. The atmosphere is always heavy with song, ready to drench any listener who steps outside.

The Dawn Chorus
In the half light,
a company of sopranos
indignantly loud -
again and again.
Throaty and deep,
 large eyes
a five-note coo.
Wild sounding air -
in the half light.

Suburbia sleeps
through rhythmic racket,
again and again.
By half past five
business has been done.

The above poem was constructed using the technique of 'found poetry', whereby words are chosen from a book or magazine (in this case a book - The Secret Lives of Garden Birds by Dominic Couzens and illustrated by Peter Partington).

The book is laid out in sections that detail bird activity and habits for each month of the year. I chose April, drawing a crude bird outline on the page entitled 'The Dawn Chorus'.

I wrote down on a separate piece of paper each word or phrase that the outline crossed, using only these words or phrases to create the poem.

Lines can be repeated; a technique I have used here. There are no real rules - it's about being spontaneous and 'finding' poems in everyday texts from books to street signs to newspaper headlines. Any words, from anywhere.

I love the way this plays into the idea that all the words we have at our disposal have been 'recycled'; used again; re-constructed in another form to piece together a new story and a new rhythm.

I am quite pleased with how this one has turned out. If I had more words, I could have done better, but the point is not to create a masterpiece, but to create something - something different to your usual style or using material that is outwith your expertise - using limited resources - which in this case is words.

A quick and fun exercise in creativity.


'Found Poetry' from Linux Magazine by daintydora

Found it in my notepad... Found Poetry is such an interesting subject and a clever, accessible intro to the world of poetry (which can sometimes seem an elitist club for the few who can master Haiku and Pantoums and the inexplicable ins and outs of rhythm, rhyme, assonance, alliteration and allegory...)

The concept was first introduced to me when doing an online evening class in Creative Writing at Strathclyde university.

The idea is to pick words/phrases at random from a magazine or written text you wouldn't normally read (or a street sign, flyer, noticeboard - whatever), and rework them into something resembling a poem, all without thinking too much about it.

You can draw a shape like a circle onto the page and decide to only use the words inside that shape, or 'take a line for a walk' and use the words where the line intersects. You might add the rule that you have to use all the words or that you can't add or remove any words. It's an experiment. Your experiment.

It's the 'freeing up' of the mind that is the focus, the process, rather than the end result, though the end result can actually be rather interesting in itself.

Here's my attempt using a page of terms from the computing magazine Linux User & Developer:

The Back-Up
The back-up.
It’s exactly unclear. Rubbish!
Two connections I have witnessed:
Reboot. Gesture. Reboot.
Unclear? Exactly.
Make voice calls. Gesture. Reboot.
The foot won.
I have witnessed the back-up.
Two connections made me think:
it’s exactly unclear.
The back-up.