o quiet moss erasure
Posted by sean on September 13, 2012
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ladywrenna
/ September 13, 2012How do you know which parts to erase?
birds fly
/ September 13, 2012I try not to think about it too much. As I move through the text the process sort of takes on an organic quality where certain words fall away and others rise up. Mary Ruefle talks about looking at a text and seeing words hovering above the page, and thus knowing which ones to keep. I feel something similar is occurring. The more I do it, the more obvious it’s becoming. It’s also addictive.
Trent Lewin
/ September 13, 2012Redacted.
c m wilson
/ September 13, 2012love it. Have you seen my post from “A Humument”? same idea from Thom Phillips:
http://secretscribing.wordpress.com/?s=A+Humument
birds fly
/ September 13, 2012Nice! I have heard of the book, but haven’t seen it yet. Mary Ruefle mentions it in an essay of hers.
Sigrun
/ September 13, 2012Nice – like it a lot!
birds fly
/ September 13, 2012Thanks! This comes by way of Ruefle so thank you for that thread of inspiration. I ordered one of her books today, despite having made a pact with myself not to acquire more books until others had left my possession. Oh well. It seemed necessary.
Sigrun
/ September 13, 2012I think one can make an exception from ones anti-materialism & anti-shopping pacts – when the book in question is by Ruefle … wouldn’t you agree?
birds fly
/ September 13, 2012Most definitely. I consider books in general to be exempt from such pacts, hence my lack of commitment to them. It’s more of a space issue than anything. I have run out of bookshelves and the resulting piles threaten to topple.