Thanks for trying the Sharpie blackout technique (scientific terminology there) in class. Please share at least one of your blackout text pieces as a COMMENT on this post. You could type the text you left on the page as a sentence or poem or story. You could also take a picture with your phone and post your work that way on your own blog, but that is optional.
I'm thinking you could do this same technique with any printed material containing a good chunk of text to work with. I also think you could be inspired to write all sorts of other pieces by using your blacked out piece as a starting point.
You could visit Austin Kleon's website to see what others have come up with and even post your own work there if you're up for it.
The gaze was not wandering. I see I have a place to begin.
ReplyDeleteHate and fear protect her. Death tightened hold. She looked at the pointed ears, brilliant green eyes, and the white hair. Was it a dream? She began to wish.
ReplyDeleteBloodshot eyes work at killing his childish throne. Bestowed from truth and order.
ReplyDeleteVisions of dark eyes
ReplyDeleteThey stared in wonder
Power pulsed in and was beautiful
beautiful but different
Visions of dark eyes
ReplyDeleteThey stared in wonder
Power pulsed in and was beautiful
beautiful but different
The skittered mouse looked round, red and sharp, and oozed desire to laugh. The helpless imp's poisoned claws neutralized Prince Vidal Dhu.
ReplyDeletethe smoking coloured the curtains.
ReplyDeleteIn that moment, a purpose truly dear to hear heart- so distracted by the wonder and strangeness of almost being magnificent can admire the distance among graceful trees and flower-starred fields. The great ivory spirit brimming in her eyes told a young man he would come see her to remember he had said that his heart was afraid of her.
ReplyDeletethe smoking coloured the curtains.
ReplyDeleteBloodshot eyes work at killing his childish throne. Bestowed from truth and order.
ReplyDeleteAnother moment of vague puzzlement, that will serve our purpose, but what is that to us?
ReplyDeletei offer the handful of a clinging murmur, straining to make liquid vowels and sweet tones. you complain and cry and the dark gift is alive and will slip away into a small, clutching hand.
ReplyDeleteThe bitter ooze of...overripe berries.
ReplyDeleteThe bitter ooze of...overripe berries.
ReplyDeletepunish the world because i cannot see, brother
ReplyDeleteWhy am i unable to understand dreaming?
ReplyDeleteWhy am i unable to understand dreaming?
ReplyDelete"Ordinary love is frightening to the mortal world, as long as a mortal is not always sure of the steadfastness of her lover's heart."
ReplyDeleteThey could be taken apart and rejoined in new ways but he was bored and never without a source of power. Sour, bitter, power. He stopped smiling. Doubt suddenly marred the pleasure.
ReplyDeleteThe prince's dark eyes staggered back and sank down.
"Suppose your healers kept you in a trance?"
Slowly, no longer worthwhile. She is broken. Useless. And his eyes which had been unfocused were now sharp.
She was beautiful, and very careful not to say too much.
ReplyDeleteHer long struggle with expression; magic, beautiful, ugly, dull, pale, sallow, teeth yellow and crooked. It was true. One did not dwell. Just now, whisper ahead of whisper never bold, her soft head was sleek. Over a low square the velvet, although rich and elegant, could not compare.
ReplyDeleteShe was beautiful, and very careful not to say too much.
ReplyDeleteout of the gate awake and alert, very very sure she had seen a dead man. a failure it was. caught holding agreement near the bench.
ReplyDeleteStafford was lying, she had called him weeping the gate locked "It did not feel like a dream" myself and my lady Blanche insisted. Mary shivered and took Jane dormer solid enough to hug and kiss in the middle of the night.
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