In May, Sun Hesper Jansen published a post about the Unprecedented Project, along with her blackout poem. I was intrigued, and went to the website to take a look.
The Unprecented Project sends out random pages from Boccaccio’s The Decameron, a book about waiting out the plague, to be turned into blackout poems, embellished in whatever way you choose, as a way of commemorating our random participations in our own plague.
I sent away for a page, and above is the result. Halloween seems a good time for it. You can still participate, if you so desire. There is also always a changing cast of poetic pages to view on the website for inspiration.
listen
your bone rattle
they will continue
to be
unhappy unhappy
for all time
Also linking to earthweal’s spooktacular weekend.
K. 
Oh wow I love what you did for this… (And thank you for the mention!) This was one of the best things I’ve been involved with in a long time. I want to stretch like that a lot more often.
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Your work inspired me. Yes, I’d like to do more too. Time, time, time…
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This is amazing, Kerfe. What an interesting idea.
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Thanks Robbie. There’s a lot of mystery between the words of every text. This would be interesting to do with the Inferno.
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Yes, it would be an interesting exercise. Inferno is so completely fascinating.
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A chilling message for the season, Kerfe, and a fascinating idea!
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Thanks Ingrid. It was hidden in the words of the book.
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Long time to be down. Pandemic is long enough!
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Indeed! Thanks Brendan.
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A fascinating idea, and you got such an intriguing poem from it.
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Thanks Merril. Erasure poems are difficult for me, but the results are worth it. Like secret messages.
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Yes–another version of the Oracle, perhaps.
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Yes.
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You produced a whole project there, so unsettling!
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Plagues are pretty unsettlng, as we have all discovered. Even if our governments would like to wish them away.
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They come in all shapes and forms, physical and phsycological. Something for everyone.
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awesome art with a fitting poem … feels like our pandemic lockdown comas … what an interesting prompt idea!
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I enjoyed the challenge. Thanks Kate.
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I would too for the blackout poem but I’ve seen the array of artistic entries and I have no idea how to do any of that online 😦
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They send you the actual page and you send it back. I photographed mine before I sent it so I would have a record of it.
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A very cool blackout poem!
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Thanks Sherry.
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Very neat project and you’re right, perfect for the season. I can think of a few deserving of the curse.
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I’m sure we all can. Thanks Jade.
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Chilling and very seasonal. I often wonder if our dead are just mirrors, symbols for our own unhappiness or love or joy, wearing the costumes we make for them.
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I think there’s some truth in that.
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I remember doing a blackout poem at dVerse once. It’s an interesting prompt for a writing adventure. I think those bones might rattle for an eerily long time.
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I think you’re right. Thanks!
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