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Welcome! This page contains the text results of my blackout poetry and altered prose. I post photos of some of the pages on my Pinterest and Tumblr. The below quotes are a "collaboration" of the original author's words and my selective removal of words. All quotes contain the wording in the exact order as the original; the only changes are single pieces of punctuation or capitalization. If you're looking for unique, offbeat quotations you've come to the right place! —tεᖇᖇ¡·g, May 2014


At the fireside of life in the deep quietude beyond my deserts, I was happy. Faithfully, truth casts his leaves forth upon the wind, but few indulge in revelation to the heart. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, The Custom House, Introductory, p.3/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Women of happiness rule the soil. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 1, The Prison-Door, p.45/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Hot, naughty, and brave, a young wife in her heart cried. Mercy springs from shadow into sunshine, forward with dignity into the open air. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 2, The Market-Place, p.49/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Disastrous beauty shone out — a halo of spirit — wild and brazen and dainty. She has felt it in her heart, I promise ye. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 2, The Market-Place, p.51/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


A cry of pain within his mind — some powerful emotion, which might have passed for calmness. Pray, good Sir, 'else you would surely have evil. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 3, The Recognition, p.57/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Hester unadulterated. The end. lol (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 3, The Recognition, p.61/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, "The Scarlet Letter: Abridged," 2014)


The bookworm had intellectual gifts — wise, vast, and blazing bliss philosophized. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 4, The Interview, p.69/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


The years pile up and hide under a new exterior, as completely as if emerging into another state of being,—a feeling so inevitable which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghostlike, the spot where some great and marked event has given the color to their lifetime. (The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850, Chapter 5, Hester at Her Needle, p.73/1976 Bantam paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, "Aging Inside & Out," 2014)


The rule in a great fight is to be angry, without a scar. The dust is self-improvement; self-destruction, the answer. (Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, 1996, Chapter 6, p.49/1997 Henry Holt paperback, First Owl Books edition, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


A spring morning,
alive and cool—
So wide in words,
I felt the world mattered.
The night burned raw—
Lying on our backs,
staring up at the one star.
(Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, 1996, Chapter 6, p.53/1997 Henry Holt paperback, First Owl Books edition, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


When it's raining, stories carry candles —
stained glass, everywhere;
a collected lifetime of layers,
swelling and painted with everybody's living.
(Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, 1996, Chapter 7, p.57/1997 Henry Holt paperback, First Owl Books edition, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Before dawn it rains on the flowers —
birds our only neighbors.
(Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, 1996, Chapter 7, p.57/1997 Henry Holt paperback, First Owl Books edition, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Now is a story,
greatest moment of our life —
the kiss, a bonfire, an atomic meltdown
miles away, beyond the horizon.
Meditation — hear yourself cry,
close your eyes.
You're in the castle of silence, and
you climb the rock stairs of rebellion.
(Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, 1996, Chapter 9, p.75/1997 Henry Holt paperback, First Owl Books edition, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


In the healing power of thoughts, my journeys of the soul explore through the years. (Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, Acknowledgments, p.vii/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Your inner wisdom is elegantly simple. Activate your innate healing gift. Empower your own healing to find your own individual path. (Dean Ornish, Foreword to Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, p.xii/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


A pie-in-the-sky mind will stimulate your body to improve it. Use this powerful tool. (Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, Preface, p.xvii/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Her prayer proved the potent healing effects of faith and belief. The placebo effect — a powerful solution. (Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, Chapter One, Faith Healing, Placebo Effects, and Imagery, p.2/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


Heal, get well, and visualize improvement. Relax and battle — knights of much enthusiasm! (Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, Chapter One, Faith Healing, Placebo Effects, and Imagery, p.5/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


The winning of truth must never forget distress. Formulate a plan for self-care. Determine to prove the theory of healing, and lead changes in attitude that lead to recovery. With practice, she could do anything. (Guided Imagery for Self-Healing by Martin L. Rossman, Chapter One, Faith Healing, Placebo Effects, and Imagery, p.9/2000 New World Library paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2014)


I long for a broad, black moustache—
manners, good-natured,
a man of genius, a man of elegance,
sympathetic, and smiling lips,
strength and good humor,
sensual, gentle, fun-loving,
with obscenity, and great kindness.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 1, p.22/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, "The Perfect Man," 2016)


Religion will soothe you
The chapel whispered psalms in my ears
Here is a beautiful sadness
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.44/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


I have gaiety in my heart —
      a little path winding between
      wild cherry trees and hawthorns;
      there is a river, hills, a forest
      all covered with a veil of fog
      which hides the landscape.
Nature — I have it in my blood, my soul.
I was born of melancholy into gaiety.
I smell powerfully of curiosity.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.45/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


He is always chopping words in to a bit of good advice. (The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.47/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, "Quotesmith," 2016)


God winks and has ideas;
I, too, have often dreamed of one tranquil future.
Oh! indeed, it is not pretty—
dark, rotten, ugly, ugly industry,
the manufacture of sadness:
It seems like a prison.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.49/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


The rose begins to mumble prayer,
to make genuflections to God.
Sin painfully drums, out of tune,
drowned and damaged.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.51/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, "The Rose & Sin," 2016)


I am made for joy—
all my senses jovial, young.
I require delicacy, poetry,
the beyond, and to be gentle.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 3, p.52/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


gratitude, pleasure
work, eating
pray, purpose
laugh, laugh, laugh
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 4, p.67/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


Infinite summer—
a smile of joy in sunshine!
A moment of living filled my heart—
brilliant, jeweled, and marvelous.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 5, p.92/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


Vague hopes, pleasure and vice,
imaginations and dreams—
I have supped on them.
A naked soul—virtue and velvet,
a heart—joyous and lonely;
Solitude—a flower cared for tenderly.
(The Diary of a Chambermaid by Octave Mirbeau, 1900, Chapter 5, p.93/2007 Harper Perennial paperback, blackout poetry by Terri Guillemets, 2016)


Blackout Poetry & Book Spine Poems by Others


the world;
      you sly thing,
distressed
      and
      endeavouring;
a good time for noticing
the constant
      party.
~Northanger Abbey blackout poetry, p.59, by Kristin, mylifeasateacupblog.tumblr.com/post/77275174047/the-world-you-sly-thing-distressed


Some people make madness look beautiful. ~Sorcery blackout poetry by Edward McCoy, instagram.com/p/k0sO9czc6q


On the other side of the fence, the sunset was singing. ~"Nature's song," Watership Down blackout poetry by Autumn Echo, sirenpoetry-aes-blackout.tumblr.com/post/76786846117/natures-song


All you need to know about Today is it is delivered. ~Anonymous blackout poetry, pinterest.com/pin/379569074817671674


Wisdom is the reality. Magic is the feeling. ~The Book Of Secrets by Deepak Chopra, blackout poetry by Edward McCoy, instagram.com/p/lBJdeuTczZ


Let's inhale the velvety vibrations of primal energy. ~The Book Of Secrets by Deepak Chopra, blackout poetry by Edward McCoy, instagram.com/p/k7nL_7TcwO


I love the wonder of stories unfinished. ~"Optimist," blackout poetry from unknown book, by Edward McCoy, instagram.com/p/lf21RBzc9e


The soul is the world. It is a message the black shows. ~"Soul," blackout poetry from unknown book, by Runic Birdsong, runicbirdsong.tumblr.com/post/82082817127/soul-the-soul-is-the-world-it-is-a-message-the


We learn as a child to feel and exist in consciousness, remembering our lost moments. ~The Seven Whispers by Christina Baldwin, blackout poetry posted at Harris County Public Library, harriscountypl.tumblr.com/post/83003437083/try-this-at-home


Tears reveal the heart. ~Blackout poetry from unknown book, by Autumn Echo, sirenpoetry-aes-blackout.tumblr.com/post/84608349435/autumn-echo


My heart is a cage I don't have the key to. ~Anonymous blackout poetry (kind of a cheat, though, with pieced together words from letters), from unknown book, pinterest.com/pin/379569074817671444


The outcast discovered little links of broken years glittering in time. ~The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, blackout poetry (Catherine Lee, Teaching literature), pinterest.com/pin/379569074817500447


Love is a spark of light, a dazzling blaze of flame like accidents which happen in the untempered heat we feel. ~On the Nature of the Universe by Lucretius, translated by R.E. Latham, anonymous blackout poetry, pinterest.com/pin/379569074817663356


He looked at time and hid his eyes. ~Unknown book, partial blackout poetry by Leslee, flickr.com/photos/59777354@N03/5711053672


Come with me
Climb into my lap
Near the window tree
You read to me, I'll read to you
A pocketful of poems.
~Book spine poetry by unknown compiler


Love is a risk your heart allows. ~Blackout poetry from unknown book, makeblackoutpoetry.com


The madness in her eyes was inspiration. ~Blackout poetry from unknown book, makeblackoutpoetry.com


One autumn night, years before, they came to a place where the moonlight stopped and change was among the stars. ~The Great Gatsby, blackout poetry by pprhdgs, pinterest.com/pin/379569074817666975


The night overtakes us in an eager desire. We soon lost sight of the sun. ~Paul and Virginia by Bernardin de Saint-Pierre, blackout poetry by carriezona, carriezona.deviantart.com


In any day there is some poetry. ~Anonymous blackout poetry from unknown newspaper or book, newspaperblackout.com


You wear me like an old T-shirt, I should be a black dress. ~Anonymous blackout poetry from unknown newspaper or book, pinterest.com/pin/379569074817664474


Spend a night, help destroy the time with me. ~Anonymous blackout poetry from unknown newspaper, newspaperblackout.com


I studied a life of plastic facades. Time and again I saw the same thing, tragedy. ~Even Now by Karen Kingsbury, blackout poetry by Sue Olson, suzenart.blogspot.com/p/blackout-poetry.html


I live in the future and here's how it works: People waste and want everything in pursuit of the unknown. ~Bilton, Blexbolex, Strasser, Barry, Stewart, book spine poetry by Maria Popova, brainpickings.org/2012/04/16/book-spine-poetry-future


Relax
When I relax I feel guilty
When I say no, I feel guilty
God always says yes!
Don't say yes when you want to say no
~Book spine poetry, ninakatchadourian.com/languagetranslation/sortedbooks.php


What is art? Close observation. ~Book spine poetry, Sorted Books project, ninakatchadourian.com/languagetranslation/sortedbooks.php



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