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Book Spine Poetry #2

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.
I dabbled with this form earlier and was tempted to try it once again :-)

The Twentieth Wife, 
(lived in) The Palace Of Illusions 
(where) Love & Marriage
(meant) Endless Love

 Does this form or writing appeal to you? Have you tried it? Do link up your posts if you've. 


  1. Nice Uma, liked the concept of book spine poetry. I am tempted to try it.. will keep you posted.

    1. Do try, Sudha and keep me posted. Thanks :-)

  2. Nice one, but my OCD wants me to pull out books which match exactly like your first one on this genre :)

    Good one, again!

    1. hahaha...which means this was not as good as the previous :-)))

  3. Yet another good one, Uma!

  4. Good one Uma! BTW, how did you like 'The Twentieth Wife'? I've been toying with the idea of buying this book for a while now ..

    1. Hey Aarthy, I liked The Twentieth Wife. I'd recommend. And, thanks :-)

  5. What a lovely idea!! You just gave me an idea for the next month's prompt :)

    1. Thanks, Shailaja..glad to be of help :-)

  6. Thanks Uma for inspiring me. I am your new fan :P Please comment on my first attempt at it here

    1. Thanks a lot, Mrunalini. Glad to have inspired you and humbled to hear that I earned a new fan :-) Have commented on your space..keep writing :-)


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