Caitlyn assembled a source text from found material and then performed an erasure on it to generate
EVE
She thinks this is
morning, “I’ve got my
things, I’m on the
verge.”
Guess
I have
you
breathing.
Finally, this
two to one
static:
I swim across an
ocean
from an empty
room.
(Erased from a base text made of the first words of each song on the album Everything in Transit by Jack’s Mannequin.)
One thing I really like here: how the poem combines (composts) two time-honoured practices — the found poem and the erasure poem — in a way that feels seamless and self-assured.
The Art of Compost 