Poetry workshop: Cutups in Sunshine

Last week I ran a short poetry workshop at Sunshine Library as part of the lead-in to the Brimbank Literary Festival. As part of the workshop I got the participants to make some randomised poetry using one of two news articles I’d cut out of that day’s Herald Sun.

One article was a human interest bit about a cat that had returned home after going missing eight years ago. The other was a repurposed presser about housing prices. I was pretty pleased with what the workshoppers came up with.

Here’s the ones about the missing cat:

Pilchard ran away. / was attacked / dead / he reunited with family / after / disappeared. / eight long years
poem text: after he / had given up / dead years / disappeared. / and / he was reunited
Photo of a cutup poem - TEXT: The long dog been years away. / reunited by a PILCHARD / the cat has attacked and had wiht him up / he was after family / he ran his forgiven dead after eight disappeared
just happy to be home. / after three long years / of adventure ("of adventure" is handwritten while all other text is typewritten)

And here’s the ones about housing prices:

buyer cuts the duty / in this stamp-market / BOOM begin afer buyers / are come to a property / expected new first home for / sales

buyers / said / begin / BOOM / ease the burden / invigorate demand / help

And finally, one workshopper opted to pick words from the article and copy them out instead of randomising her choices.

Copying out the newspaper text by hand

Thanks to the folks at Sunshine Library and the City of Brimbank for setting the workshop up, and thanks to everyone who braved the foggy night to come out and listen to a bearded poet bang on for a little more than an hour.

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