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I AM NOT MYSELF

Brian Barker

 

 

 

 

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I have been playing as a collagist for about a decade now. During the pandemic, unable to concentrate on writing poetry, I started doing some page erasures of obscure Victorian novels I found on the Internet Archive, all with the phrase "the secret of" in the title. These particular lines are chiseled from a page in The Secret of Wold Hall (1905) by Evelyn Everett-Green. I started messing around combining the text with collages and this visual poem is one of the results.