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is an art that anyone gets to do. It is the art of putting your heart on the page, or telling a story from any perspective you want. My favorite part is being able to become anyone, and do anything you write. I chose poetry for tis appropriations book project because I’m so passionate about it. I chose to do mashups of lines from classic poems and lines from modern poems, to create a book of modern classics.
Poetry
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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To experience poetry is to see over and above reality
Ai Weiwei ‘On Poetry’
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Robert Frost ‘The Road Not Taken’
Alice Notley ‘This Fire’
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“hey lets sell our souls a few more times no one’s really counting Nick Flynn ‘jesus knew’
Just like moons and like suns, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I’ll rise.
Maya Angelou ‘Still I Rise’
some nights in my dorm room I wake up crying and there’s nothing humble about it.
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Kirby Knowlton ‘stop bath’
humble suns humble suns and
y still rise.
humble suns counting our souls, crying moons crying moons
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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
most of my regrets have to do with water, light filtered through shower curtain, your skin like yellowed paper.
And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.
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William Shakespeare ‘Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?’
Edgar Allen Poe ‘Annabel Lee’
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Kirby Knowlton ‘stop bath’
yo u r skincan b r htae e &
ol v ed regrets givelifetothee .
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Derek Walcott ‘Love After Love’
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul
Emily Dickinson ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’
I am tired of people combing their hair and dripping in gold.
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Emily Carney ‘The Feeding’
of
& d r i p i n g
tired
hope
I am the stranger, in love.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
William Butler YeatsSoon I must go, and she will stay, dwelling under the apple tree. Lily Cao ‘Memento’
‘The Second Coming’
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Soon, the best will lack passionate intensity under the apple tree
passionate intensity passionate intensity
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
Pablo Neruda ‘If You Forget Me’
Lie down in your own bed, in the room where Momma found a scorpion.
Alice Notley ‘The Anthology’
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.
Robert Frost ‘Fire and Ice’
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bylittle
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All structures have crumbled in earliest death.
Alice Notley ‘This Fire’
I think I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
Joyce Kilmer ‘Trees’
I am the broken bones you find on a beach on your lovely vacation, too worn down to provide an exact time frame.
Britney Franco ‘Inward’
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Lovelyas a tree in earliest d e ath, Ishallhave broken bones to provide.
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there is a plasticity to the soul that can fit inside sweaters but not inside drawers.
Emily Carney ‘bag lady, boxed’
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter
John Keats ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’
neither of us have a right to decide what is holy.
Kirby Knowlton ‘catchlight’
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Inside the heard soul, there is a plasticity
t o w h a t i s h o l y
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Modern
Lily Cao “Memento”
Emily Carney “bag lady, boxed” & “The Feeding”
Nick Flynn “jesus knew”
Britney Franco “Inward”
Kirby Knowlton “catchlight” & “stop bath”
Alice Notley “The Anthology” & “This Fire”
Ai Weiwei “On Poetry”
Classics
Emily Dickinson ““Hope” is the thing with feathers”
William Butler Yeats “The Second Coming”
John Keats “Ode on a Grecian Urn”
Robert Frost “Fire and Ice” & “The Road Not Taken”
Edgar Allen Poe “Annabel Lee”
Maya Angelou “Still I Rise”
William Shakespeare “Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?”
Pablo Neruda “If You Forget Me”
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Joyce Kilmer “Trees”
Derek Walcott “Love After Love”
Haas Grotesk Display Pro 55 roman 56 italic 65 medium 66 medium italic 76 bold italic 95 black
bold bold italic
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Nexus Serif Pro regular
& credits
Indiya Roberts
Typography for Graphic Design Spring 2023
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