the idea was to patch together a book

i'm not gone yet. prepare to have your socks knocked off. these are from this post on the bittersweet art of cutting up books, to which i was directed to by drawn! and wow. magical. some very special things happening. i'm not going to say anymore because that blog already did such a good job.


Jacqueline Rush Lee


Brian Dettmer


Cara Barer

p.s. - the title of this post is a line from a poem worth reading by david berman called The Night Nurse Essays. forgive me if you consider this a spoiling but these are the last few stanzas of it:

In that case his final words may have been damaged,
dormant expressions clambering out of their graves
with dust on the unstressed syllables,

before he was rudely shoved into the lake.

Pulled down through the cool green chambers,
we like to imagine him struggling awake
and suddenly realizing
he was seeing rain
in its original uncut form.