Another example of Found Poetry is poetry you find in unexpected places. The following is from the quay along the Queenstown docks, bits of engraved brass worked into the stone. The words are from the travel journal of one of the early explorers of Queenstown, NZ and they ramble along the wall in a ribbon of poetry. I have condensed three panels into this picture. For the purposes of this exercise, I’m making a new poem out of them by deconstructing. All words of the new poem are contained in the original script but may be out of order.
“Days releasing meteorological balloons into a delicate apricot sky in this landscape we invent as it invents us – from rock flake and spring water, from a skiff of froth tumbling over a weir into the afterglow of the aurora.”
Spring Sky
Landscape tumbling as a skiff of froth
invents a rock flake afterglow
into the delicate apricot aurora
releasing balloons into a spring sky
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
very very awesome. love the graphics and the photo as well
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Thank you so much. I love found poetry I’m loving this playing around with different forms. That journal entry in brass along the quay just spoke to me so I took several shots of it in different places.
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how awesome to find such a thing
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