Poetry
I am a practitioner of found-poetry, also known as black-out or erasure poetry. In other words: I enjoy experimental work that is based on archival source texts or images.
TRACES OF VIRGINIA_(2022)
Traces of Virginia is a found-poetry project where I created love poems based on the letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West. I created ten poems in this style using strict rules: one poem per letter and no repetitions.
Delhi, February 14th, 1926 that peculiar thing to be found on arrival, a letter that had been written in the dark and out of nothingness a picture appears: illusive odd that peculiar thing to peer down when one writes to hold still the most shapeless— the illusion of shaping a sense of really giving shape therein to someday
Undated letter for months... I’ll write just to ask how you are, – faithful and then I’ll see you and feel – oh I made a mistake :
Teheran, Feb 9th,1927 (pages 1 and 2 of 4) My darling, I am here. as though I had never been away This, I think, is as it should be For one moment ; for another moment the dizzy idea of you you you you you
Teheran, Feb 9th, 1927 (pages 3 and 4 of 4) I know writing to you and feeling again the most private pleasures more real, more puzzling, and whole that it is good for the soul to have unhinged my reason completely with you as though it were the most important thing in the world.
Sissinghurst Castle, June 5th, 1933 I am slightly tipsy, I’m writing poetry – or whatever it is. Virginia oh my Virginia when am I going to see Virginia?
Knole, December 25th, 1926 I have a photograph, better than nothing I lie in bed and hear the clock strike, blue with cold; I have delightful dreams of you, and me
Longbarn, August 22nd, 1924 My dear I have searched to remember your phrases, poked at time to reach you – it must Please come nearer? said she putting her cards on the table, more, even more.
Sissinghurst Castle, October 25th, 1938 Oh, I forgot: you’re no longer so I am asking of Solitude – not much, probably for you
Baghdad, February 28th, 1926 (page 3 of 4) it alarms me to think that you are gone and the poor letter having to travel the ever-widening distances makes no difference.. I live permanently in that state from mail to mania envelope to the impossibility of Virginia
Undated letter My lost Virginia, Let’s disappear shall we? look here, I don’t want you to waste My lost Virginia, letters from you, are there any left? —I hope in haste
#ESCAPRIL_(2020)
Escapril is a 30-day poetry challenge run by poet Savannah Brown on Instagram, which I participated in from the years 2019-2021. This series of poems were each composed in a day, during lock down in 2020.
