Postcardia-cum-Poetica #44

This postcard had a bit of an adventure before it even intentionally set forth on its way to Melbourne. It was blown twice from the balcony I was sitting on last week, while we were at Frew Park, and the second time it looked as though I had lost it for good.

We found it spooning the wall of the building.

I thought I had lost it a third time. Eventually found it nestled in the book that I had placed it in for safe keeping from the blustering wind.

Made from my 2015 postcard, and taken from the ten raw postcards I sent down to Adam at the start of 2016, #44 is my first dip back into that artistic landscape. The words were taken from my Elyora baggie of fragments.

I’m torn as to whether it is a summer poem or a winter one. What do you think?

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Postcardia-cum-Poetica #43

The cardboard envelope I keep my postcards in is almost rupturing since my friends started collecting postcards to give me. This one, advertising a photographic initiative from National Archive, was in a bundle given to me by Nicole. 

The black and white has been rendered into sepia by the night lighting of my kitchen table, but I don’t mind it. Words are from the Time Traveler’s Wife baggie. 

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #38

The call and response focus has shifted to horses! As it does. 

This is Mike’s friend. I had a lot of fun playing with th words. The three small sections I randomly pulled were perfectly theatric. Image is from GOMA promotional material for its 10th birthday, with words from Elyora.

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This one is a bit of an odd fish! I started off with an image of boats on a harbour in a sublime violet-hued dusk, and ended up in this hotel room. 

There is something about the image that gave me a sense of immense spaci dislocation. The card appear far bigger than I actually was. And I expected at any moment for a Lynchian character to wander through the frame. Or for me to be sucked into it.

Nothing like a little adventure to keep one on their toes. And the subversive shit-stirrer in me wished this particular one didn’t have to go in an envelope! 

Image taken from a travel brochure and words from Elyora.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #36


There was bird then going on for a bit and this wasn’t final stretch at playing along at home with ‘bird’s eye view’.

An Avant Card with Sheldon Petite’s photography, words are from Elyora