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at dusk, by Britta Benson

More blackout poetry. I’m a woman with a mission. I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. This one, I did yesterday. at dusk love poetry recited from memory about to crumble into dust love wrapped in want that very last moment arrived early


that incurable addiction to serenade, by Britta Benson

Yet another blackout poem from my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ project. I love the title! I love the process. And I love the result. Here goes, ‘that incurable addiction to serenade’: that incurable addiction to serenade love tasted pleasure in other dreams unequal pieces awoke, asked permission to request simplicity and rage soContinue reading “that incurable addiction to serenade, by Britta Benson”

the writer, by Britta Benson

I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. I still love my blackout poetry project. Today, I did another four pages and I want to share this one with you. It amused me to ‘find’ this writer on the page. the writer the writer mingled with love, toasted memory lack of maturityContinue reading “the writer, by Britta Benson”

places, by Britta Benson

More blackout poetry. I love the fact that I never know where the words will take me. This poem went a lot darker than I expected. Still, food for thought. places the center, sleep spills on spirits occupied by last year’s beauty the country, precious and ordinary, each place struck by time and anger, theContinue reading “places, by Britta Benson”

to write, by Britta Benson

Last poem for 2022. Another one from my blackout project. Love in the Time of Cholera. Thanks for stopping by! to write to write, to endure, to discover, to do, love, sense, desert, interpret, to struggle with time, decisions, life, a single detail, the rush of passion, despair, destiny.

in the middle of erosion, by Britta Benson

I am in love with the time of cholera. More precisely, the book ‘Love in the time of Cholera’, my new blackout book. I am going to work my way through the entire book in order. Every second page, because the ink bleeds through the cheap paper. Here’s the next page: in the middle ofContinue reading “in the middle of erosion, by Britta Benson”

always love, by Britta Benson

I’ve got a new project. I’m in Germany right now, in my old family home. I had a look through a shelf full of books I left here. One of them, a copy of ‘Love in the time of cholera’. I found it on a train in the late 1990s. Somewhere between Vienna and Frankfurt,Continue reading “always love, by Britta Benson”

stop and talk, by Britta Benson

I’m totally addicted to blackout poetry just now. It’s what I like to do. So here’s one of the poems I found today: stop and talk the echo paused, the spirit paused, no choice but to close the door, stop and talk about pasts, memories, the truth, take the longer route and cross the bridgeContinue reading “stop and talk, by Britta Benson”

Before presence, by Britta Benson

My blackout poetry starts to look a little like Darth Maul from Star Wars. Here’s the first of a series of ‘mini dramas’. I’m just having fun. Not sure, Commissario Brunnetti shares my enthusiasm… I’m using a damaged copy of Donna Leon’s ‘Drawing Conclusions’. I love the Commissario Brunnetti series. I also love using thisContinue reading “Before presence, by Britta Benson”