Postcardia-cum-Poetica #24

Being analogue is good for poeting! This is the fifth card from last week’s digital hiatus (but yes, only the fourth posting!)

Image is Georgia O’Keefe’s ‘Ram’s Head/Blue Morning Glory’. A call and response (if you have a rather broad interpretation of such) to the last card I received.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #23

A card from Nicky, arriving out of the blue, is not unheard of here. Last week it was good to be able to return the unexpected correspondence. Plus proof of existence for friends, when one drops off the radar, is possibly useful and kind. 

Postcard is by Emily Craven (@imagesforjoy)

#pinpsaturday 18.03.17

THE HARVEST 

I wove a cocoon of exile

Tensile silks of sadness

Lost in disappearing

Neptune’s daughter drowning

within herself 

Until I walked your fields

Unraveled myself in your arms

Followed your star

As you ignited my light

Neptune’s daughter now

incandescent.

This week’s prompt:The Star. Next week’s prompt: 9 of Pentacles.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #22

With digital communication on hiatus this week, I’ve enjoyed extra forays into Postcardia. As much to let those close know I’m okay. But also because I’ve got a little extra time to play.

Image is James Jean’s ‘Reclamare’ and all his postcards are from Memu: 100 Postcards published by Chronicle Books. I think this now leaves me with fewer than half a dozen of these cards left (I haven’t sent all 100. I am not sure how many Kim originally sent me!)

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #21

I discovered this Avant card in the back pocket of my satchel Monday morning, possibly from a recent brunch visit to Brew. Possibly from last writer drinks. 

Welcome to my headspace.

I’m currently on hiatus from ‘life as I know it’. My phone is switched off. I have cancelled all my appointments and social engagements. My projects are all on hold, though I’m writing if I feel inspired to do so. No pressure though. I’m on a break.

I’m trying to get back to ‘me’. Trying to relieve the clusterfuck in my head and the horrible emptiness inside. Learning to be okay with taking a break and facing the fear of losing momentum. Sounds like a far better prospect than losing me!

Post depression/chronic pain/insomnia, I’m still a work in progress. I’m still unsure how to drive this body in a way that doesn’t destroy it in the process. Jokingly, as in typing this, I’m reminded of Moe Willems awesome book, Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus.

Unashamedly, this postcard is all about me. No pigeons. And definitely no apologies. 

(Apologies though to the postcard artist who, in my current state of mind, I forgot to note down their surname and social media details. Alex, I’m sorry!!)

Post It Note Poetry, Finale

My computer and phone have been unable to sort out their syncing issues and I’ve therefore lost photos from my phone as well as being unable to download old photos to my computer. Thus the dearth of #pinp17 pics in the last fortnight. If you’ve been following on Instagram or Twitter you’ll have seen the second half unfold, including references to a sex tape, astral travel and cannibalism. 

Good news is, I’ll have the second half professionally scanned tomorrow and I’ll be putting the entire ‘Get In Trouble’ series up in a dedicated gallery. There are 30 in total. 

I’ve got additional good news pending with the postcard poems. I’ll share once I’ve finished ironing out the details, but suffice to say, I am very close. It’s exciting to see a vision find flesh and bones. 

Until then, the curtain closer for the month, which could quite easily have been the curtain raiser (every poem has this poem at its heart!!)

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #19

This week I’ve used one of the postcards from Emily Craven’s 2014 photographic exhibition. I love how things come together. For me moreso than the postcard this week.

I wasn’t searching, while making this, but I happened upon Calvino’s life philosophy in the fragment I pulled from the baggie. And yeah, I’ll be adopting it: festina lente


Hurry slowly.

Surely the essence of wild patience?