Erasure Poem: Where we think that information produces meaning, the opposite occurs

A while ago I shared an erasure poem with you that I made with a page from a book I thoroughly enjoyed. This poem is not at all a consequence of love, but of utter confusion. I don’t think I ever took longer to read a single page before I was assigned to read thisContinue reading “Erasure Poem: Where we think that information produces meaning, the opposite occurs”