This is a kind of found poem, or perhaps more accurately ”sculpted” as I have chosen words and phrases in the order they are printed from an article in May’s Elle Magazine about the designer Mary Katrantzou. I was interested to use a fashion article because the language is so over blown and wonderful and ludicrous and vacuous (I have this love/hate relationship with fashion can you tell? ) I enjoy making found poems or using found language or cut ups or whatever you wish to call them, for me making a poem from something that is certainly not poetry (like an article) is a great challenge, especially in this case as I attempted to use as little added language as possible. Here is the poem:
Work of Art
Mark my words, it’s not just that
it’s Hyper-real, fast moving,
all the names I’ve promised
vying in a tiny hive
That summer was spiked with jewels
sculpted, elegant, photo-real
Why am I telling you all this?
breathless, rattling off candid matters
It went up in flames, a riot
An awareness in the blood line
Nine years of alarm, a lack of structure
She didn’t have a clue.
Seeing the stars she couldn’t sew,
dreamt of perfume bottles, glass blowing.
Inspired to cause a stir, proud of it
dresses kaleidoscopic, swirls solid.