Hippies. Sex. War. Politics. Drugs. Blues Music. Samurai. Beat Writers. Psychedelic Mushrooms. Life. Death. Enlightenment.
All things you find on the internet, right?
Erasure is a form of found poetry. It is made through deletion, destruction, taking away. Texts can be turned into poems through erasing part of what they once were, changing them, sculpting them into accurate representations of themselves, uncovering implicit messages in them, or subverting them entirely. Erasure can honor the original text, mutate it into a wholly new idea, or challenge its meanings and structure.
The internet lives as an ever-changing information organism. To capture any tiny part of its existence — destroying, erasing, challenging, annoying it — is to dip a thimble in an immensity of ocean.
The internet cannot be contained.
Most of my sources will be impermanent, washing upon the shore and then away. They’re moments in infinite data. They come from titles, comments, videos, articles, webpages. While I might manipulate what already exists into a poem — deleting to create — the internet continuously will create and destroy itself. Making its own poetry. This is only a glimpse in time, lost among the others.