Finding Poetry on Book Spines
I’ve written a lot on found poetry. It’s a whole chapter in my book, Raw Art Journaling, and I love doing it as part of my artwork. It combines collage and creative accident, which is an irresistible combination for me.
One of my bookcases screamed for order yesterday. I have a horrible habit of storing books in the order I read them. This is not a well-thought out organization, although something that works for me in year-long segments.
After a year, the relationship of my life, the books, and creative activity begins to sift out only important ideas and I have to shelve books by topic.
So, to organizing. I picked up two books and looked at the titles and laughed. Smart books! Reading it from left to right it said, “The story of your life, solved by sunset.” My disorganization had created a type of found poetry on the spines of book. Book Spine Poetry. It was love at first read.
You have to use a dollop of imagination, because the titles don’t often start with words that tie sentences together. No matter. I scooped up another handful and shuffled them into another order. Mixing non-fiction and fiction creates even more interest, and before I knew it, an hour had flown by. No regret. Some books get used more than others. Some books have the names spelled out vertically on their spines. No matter. It’s still words.
Clearly this works best if you have a huge collection of books, but it also works fine in the library (a librarian will ask you what you are doing photographing books, make sure you have the answer prepared).
Here is some Book Spine Poetry, with the poem written out beneath each photo, each title starting with a capital letter, so you don’t have to squint.
“I could do anything: Distant healing, Beyond words. Shamans of the world.”
“The story of your life. Art from intuition, The 1,000 journal project.
Places left unfinished at the time of creation.”
“The Zen of seeing Signs of life. The desert smells like rain. Wabi-sabi simple.”
The dry grass of August, After the fire. The brief history of the dead? Saint Maybe.”
The odd woman, Wild mind. Resonate: Creating time, Courageous dreaming.
Want to play along? Photograph the books, put them on your website or blog, link to this blog, and send me the link in the comment section. Please don’t send titles you’ve made up, or ones without photos. The photo makes it come to life. The fun is in using what is at hand. Have a big CD collection? Use those instead.
Oh, and even without checking, I’m sure I’m not the first to discover this. So please, send links to other sites only if they show clever book spine poetry. Deflating proof that I’m not first or school-marmish declarations that you used this idea with your kids 30 years ago are acknowledged and not disputed, but will be deleted. I’m looking for more book spine poetry, that’s the fun.
Final note that no one will notice: The photograph that delights me the most (multiple delights will create a random choosing) will receive a copy of my book, Raw Art Journaling, but the link has to be your site. Links to someone else’s site gets too complicated. I’ll splurge for shipping to the U.S., Canada, Mexico, South America, UK, and Europe if it’s necessary. Winner will be announced April 30, book shipped when I get back from teaching at Valley Ridge, the week of May 7.
–Quinn McDonald is easily delighted with found poetry of any kind. It makes being awake more interesting, more alive, more aware.
Filed under: Creativity, In My Life, Raw Art Journaling, The Writing Life Tagged: accidental poetry, book spine poetry, found poetry
