Our Lost Jungle challenges us to randomly
take a slice of writing and erase bits of it to create
something new. Erasure poetry is just what it sounds like
and can be quite liberating.
My son had been reading Romeo and Juliet for school
and since that was the closest thing to me, I opened to the first page. I didn’t quite create a new theme, but it was interesting to see what Shakespeare might be like condensed into a free form.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows death
Do with their
bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
but their children ‘s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; toil
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our
shall strive to mend.
My erased version: Shake/Speared love
we lay ancient
love of rage
which children toil