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Book Spine Poetry #1

I discovered "Book Spine Poetry" at Shilpa's blog. Shilpa who blogs at 'A rose is a rose is a rose' needs no introduction. Do check her posts on this format if you haven't already!

The concept of book spine poetry appeared in 1993 with Nina Katchadourian’s Sorted Books project. Katchadourian began collecting interesting titles and arranging them in clusters so the spines could be read like a sentence.

This unique and fun form of writing kindled the creative juices and I set about pulling out all the titles in my book-shelf. Here's what I came up with.

the man who knew infinity,
lost discoveries in search of the cradle of civilization


  1. Oh what an interesting thing to do.. and you got a perfectly sensible piece there! Did you keep that in mind as you browsed through the books?

    1. Hey thanks, Seeta..I did want the composition to have a complete feeling to it, so, yes, it was at the back of the mind :-)

  2. Spine poetry intrigues me too but I don't think I can do it.

  3. wow this is so interesting..sort of like a treasure hunt of books to form poetry...good one

    Random Thoughts Naba - Just a short list..

    1. seriously, Nabanita..I way I pulled out books and pored over the must have made a funny sight, though ;-)

  4. Wow, such a creative form of expression! I wonder if I have any books that'd do this

    1. You must try it out,'s fun! I'm hoping I can make a go at this once again sometime. Maybe its an excuse to buy more titles?? ;-)

  5. Wow Uma!! You actually did this with the stuff you already had!
    Interesting concept and yours is really a good one.

    1. Thank you, Aarthy. I'd say you try it out too :-)))

  6. WOW! This is such a creative form of poetry! Thanks for introducing it to me, Uma :) I shall try it out sometime!

    1. You are welcome, Aathira. Do try and let me know..and thanks :-)

  7. Thank you! A new form of poetry for me to try!

  8. Wow! That's a good one! Liked it a lot :)
    Thanks for the mention :)

    1. YAY..I'm glad you liked it and thanks to you for introducing me to the form! :-)


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