Carter Cutouts

Brittany Renaud

Originally written for hobby on blog on 10 April,  27 March, and 13 March respectively. Poems were made by taking out short phrases from Angela Carter’s Burning Your Boats short story collection.

My Father

My father lost
a special madness.
Everything flowers
the starved brain;
you cannot escape it,
the veins of his forehead standout and throb.

[Found Poetry Source: Carter, Angela. Burning Your Boats. “The Tiger’s Brides.” pg. 154. London, Vintage, 1995]

Away from Girlhood

I remember
a delicious ecstasy of excitement,
the impeccable linen of pillow
away from girlhood,
into the unguessable.

[Found Poetry Source: Carter, Angela. Burning Your Boats. “The Bloody Chamber.” pg. 111. London: Vintage, 1995.]

Artists

All artists
are all a little mad.
The madness is
a self created myth
always respectful and admiring
of cigarettes or a beer.

[Found Poetry Source: Carter, Angela. Burning Your Boats. “The Man Who Loved A Double Bass.” pg. 3. London, Vintage, 1995.]