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200 Pieces and Blackout Poetry
200 Pieces, Felt a bit like rummaging through a junk drawer. The work is scattered, fragmented, a little messy, I was a bit disappointed and frustrated because I really believed that I was getting the hang of this “electronic literature “. 200 pieces did not feel like literature.
One moment that really stuck with me happened about halfway through my wandering. I clicked into a small block of text that looked almost like a glitch It turned out to be just a few lines shoved off to the corner. It read like an unfinished memory: someone describing a bus ride, the way the window fogged up, and the blur of lights outside. It was only a few sentences, but I got the idea that we all have the small memories that may not tie into something else. It reminded me of those flashes of life you remember for no reason at all, scenes that don’t belong to any larger story, but stay with you anyway.
That’s what the whole experience felt like: bumping into moments that didn’t need to justify themselves. No plot arcs. No explanations. Just a collage of hints, confessions, images, and oddities. And the more I clicked, the more I realized the joy was in the wandering, not the understanding.
Tried out the Blackout Poetry Tool the other day, and wow, it turns out to be quite a trip. I grabbed a random piece of text and just started circling words that jumped out at me. There’s something so satisfying about turning a whole page into a little pocket of meaning.
I wasn’t able to get the ‘definition’ of what black out poetry is, but I was able to figure this one out quickly.
At one point, I pulled this line: “Everything fades but the spark remains.” I didn’t even plan it, it just poppedup. I guess that’s the beauty of blackout poetry: the words are already there, you just have to notice them. At first nothing made any sense, but as I worked with the bot version, I started to see how you could create small patterns. It’s kind of like finding your own secret message in someone else’s story.
You start seeing patterns, connections, little nuggets that you’d never notice just skimming a page. It felt more like a game.
There used to be these magnets for your fridge that were words and you could move them around and leave messages for your family or little poems or haiku’s, this reminded me of those magnets.
It’s creative, a little meditative, and honestly not a bad and playful way to spend some time. But I’m not sure how it is literature, other than the poetry that might arise from the words.










