Today I participated in something called Black Out Poetry. I had never heard this term before. In this case, everyone picked a magazine, opened it up, found an article, and were told to black out whatever did not speak to you or you thought unimportant, etc. and create a poem from what was left. The magazine I picked up was published in early 2002; all the articles focused on 9/11 and its ongoing aftermath. Articles about evil, its nature, who is and who is not, and how to react to evil dominated. This is the poem I created after blacking out almost all of one article.
The human capacity to create hell haunts our dreams.
We knew the Holocaust, Pol Pot, Middle Passage, Trail of Tears,
horrors.
Wakeup-evil deeds touch our lives. Terror spreads.
Evil is the assertion of self–
treating people like things,
forgetfulness of our better selves, of sacred creation,
of life as an ultimate value.
We live in a tragic world; But
there are creative, healing forces:
the power of Love,
the power to seek Justice,
the power to celebrate Beauty.









