I sometimes like to dabble in found poetry.  If you are unfamiliar with this particular form of poetry, this is a good definition from Poets.org:

"Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems."
I will post these experiments whether good or bad (probably mostly bad) here on this blog.  Without further ado, here is my first one on Uncertain Pilgrim.
Progress
The inevitability of Progress
        prepared us
to be frightened,
     to smell violence and
the bodies of dead animals and
            human pleasure
putrefying,
oblivious to the savageries
          of history.
-from Sketches from Life: the Autobiography of Lewis Mumford, p. 250