Altered Book Quotes: Bookshelf Sundry

Welcome to my page of blackout poetry and altered prose from miscellaneous authors and books. These verses are a “collaboration” of the original author’s words and my selective removal of words. Wording is in the exact order as the original work except where indicated as “scrambled”; the only modifications are punctuation and capitalization. —ღTerri

in bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores
but the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft
Led by fierce instinct, he was on the verge of God.
~Terri Guillemets, “Fantastic shores,” 2019, scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, pages 98–99

Imagine, open up, reach out.
Spend time with love,
adventure and joy,
curiosity and wildflowers.
~Terri Guillemets, “Blossoming heart,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Mary Carter, Return to Hampton Beach, 2014, chapter 8

The voice of Death said his name.
He perished indeed. His widow —
in bereavement — became his spirit,
turned to flames, and disappeared
amid the whirlwind of fire — a calm
white light settled over the figure.
~Terri Guillemets, “Bereaved,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Edgar Allan Poe, “Metzengerstein,” 1832, pages 116–119 of the Poe Complete Tales and Poems, Fall River Press, 2012

Hello. I am a book addict. I sniff books.
Beautiful — my good friend, the Library.
I appreciate my wonderful friends, books — grateful for them all.
~Terri Guillemets, “Book addict,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Kate Carlisle, One Book in the Grave, 2012, page 1

She needed
to grow up
to change
to forgive everything.
~Terri Guillemets, “Metamorphosis,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017, page 148

a busy life
was in my nature;
tranquility must have action
~Terri Guillemets, “Too much doing,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, 1929, page 75

Paper and book,
a smile, faith, a hug,
a good night’s sleep,
morning, art, family,
bacon.
~Terri Guillemets, “All I need,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Kate Carlisle, One Book in the Grave, 2012, page 110

Women should have history,
taking pride and not ashamed;
not to hide from hate,
bitterness, fear, protest,
from the narrowness of life
imposed on her.
~Terri Guillemets, “Woolf’s advice to women,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, 1929, page 74

My mind —
a million goals,
philosophy, and
black coffee.
~Terri Guillemets, “Simply put,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001, pages 54–55

Kiss me, damnit. My lips have been seeking forgiveness. ~Terri Guillemets, 2019, blackout poetry created from Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014, page 69

Literature is freedom of mind,
the great pleasure of setting pen to paper.
~Terri Guillemets, “Classic,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, 1929, page 83

Art, the splendid gift —
freedom of expression.
~Terri Guillemets, “Artist in the wild,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, 1929, page 84

reverie
glittering confusion
idle caprices of heart & mind
romantic hope
self dread
imagination
free feelings
high spirits
wild wits
roads of velvet
broken light
a time-worn glow
~Terri Guillemets, “Poem of the INFJ,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, “A Chapter in the History of a Tyrone Family,” 1880, as published in The Oxford Book of Gothic Tales, 1992, pages 107–111

Dying—
Why, why?
moments later
      dead, silent, ghostly
      suddenly vanished
trembling in dismay
the time has come
he became paw prints
in a dream
his heart at the end
of the trail of prints
      no more cozy fur
      terribly sad
      what am i to do?
despair, loneliness, sorrow
She looked at the cat,
      “Farewell.”
~Terri Guillemets, “The mark of a paw,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 226–232

Soul houses an ancient meaning and wonder,
a powerful passion, a wilderness magnificent,
enthusiastic fire, wishes, nerves, and mazes,
light, compassion, burning curiosity, truth, hope.
~Terri Guillemets, “Soul home,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Edgar Allan Poe, “Metzengerstein,” 1832, pages 113–117 of the Poe Complete Tales and Poems, Fall River Press, 2012

Her touch was the kindest welcome
— as silky as sleep.
Love is not necessary to explain.
~Terri Guillemets, “Welcome,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014, pages 115–116

the trees, the clouds, the sky
her heart pulsing, love unfurled
breeze swaying the night
pleasure embracing the moment
~Terri Guillemets, “She loves a night walk,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1857, pages 245–246 (Penguin 2003 paperback, translated by Geoffrey Wall)

Dawn waking—
quiet, still; early, cool
a wonder of many colours
bright yellow rising sun
beauty — the sky streaking light
from delicate wings
~Terri Guillemets, “Dawn waking,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001, pages 41–44

books, red wine, happy hours,
literature, art, comfort food,
laughter, quotes, the woods —
the very things that mean life —
friends, family, home, love,
home-made dinners, purpose,
movement, work, respect, hope,
and dismissal of the phone
~Terri Guillemets, “Contents of a happy life,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Louise Penny, Still Life, 2005, pages 170–177

Party in a mountain of all the colours of ice-cream! ~Terri Guillemets, “Ice cream rainbow,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964, pages 108–109 (Puffin paperback, 2016)

Chocolate whispered crazy magic, joy and excitement. Yippeeeeeeee! Dance in the streets. ~Terri Guillemets, “Whispers of chocolate,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964, pages 55–58 (Puffin paperback, 2016)

pleasant comfort, wellbeing
kindness far and near, old friends —
sun declining, evening approaching
how deeply I feel, heartily
on my life, I thank God
~Terri Guillemets, “Life’s been good,” 2018, blackout poetry created from William Henry Perkin, speech, 1906 July 26th, London

Sitting quietly
comfortable, relaxed
lights off
moonlight cast a spell on him
he was insane
and could hardly keep his heart, his soul, his mind.
The sun came up
content, he fell asleep at last
with interesting dreams
in awe and confused
but ready for joy
that had been born the night before.
He needed it with every ounce of his being—
a gift.
~Terri Guillemets, “Moonlight meditation,” blackout poetry, 2018, created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017, pages 86–89

A tattered mess, appalling.
You deny it. You will not promise
not to harm the children.
Don’t destroy the children.
      Silence murmured
      The ice wept
      Turmoil unwavering
He permitted no resistance,
it grew bolder. They lost any fear.
      What have you done
      to the children?
The attack on atmosphere;
the sound of children, the boy,
he should be with his family.
Deliberately ignoring the obvious.
Looking down on us, using power
as death-spells, as death-spells.
      Stop the attacks.
      Time for a fight.
~Terri Guillemets, “Fight back,” 2019, blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001, pages 180–187