rooms, very brilliant season dismal out
What called ,
half stops. says “How do you, ?”
person wore full coat (horribly greasy satin waistcoat),
sitting little distance , looked
stoutly built, bloated continual drinking,
” nice, Just remember
excursion rough bridle-roads led to new residence,
standing trees, naked desolate hills, whence
laughter, length drew ,
reaching, looking , direction
hearing simple cries: fear, joy, antecedents.
believing an ancient plastic modern
Russians, forgotten , cross themselves , eating hats , slowly picking putrid
. ; unspeakably
message getting .
prompt: from Travis Macdonald’s super intensive prompt, which asks that a writer:
1. Goes to a bookshelf and selects the 10th book.
2. Transcribes the 10th page of that book.
3. Selects the 10th book over from that and transcribes its 10th page.
4. Repeat until 10 pages have been transcribed.
5. Delete any repetitions of words in the transcribed text.
6. Then make a poem from what’s left.
notes on the prompt: this is a time intensive humdinger of a prompt. in addition to the transcribing of ten pages, i ended up deleting almost 2,000 word repetitions. the result was that by the time i got to the actual poem creation, i was pretty much done. i almost just used my ninth page of text (Mrs. Dalloway) whose existences was pretty well a poem without me doing anything (given the number of words that had been deleted – perhaps i’ll post that one later). instead, i created my poem by continuing the “decimation” – i used every tenth line of the remaining text (even if it was just punctuation marks), and then cut words and added or removed punctuation to make it more poem-y.
source: texts used:
Bleak House by Charles Dickens
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
A Room with a View by E.M. Forster
Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Stephen Hero by James Joyce
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
One Day in the Live of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
The Valley of Decision by Edith Wharton
Mrs. Dalloway by Virgina Woolf
The Message in the Hollow Oak by Carolyn Keene
Proper citation will come soon. Now, however, i think i need an aspirin.