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!!)

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?

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #17

My friend, Kim, welcomes a new soul into her family next week and I’d been searching for the right card to be the final card before this momentuous shift. This card, with Mirree Louise Bayliss’s artwork, Ancestral Butterfly, fell out of her colouring book, as I was shifting it from one pile to another on my desk. 

The baggie of fragments, as always, came to the party. 

Ready, Set… Poet

This year I had to be vaguely organised for Post-it Note Poetry, and me being me, all the practical organisation fell to the day before (hell, at least it wasn’t the night before!)

The most important part was to test drive the book I was intending as my primary source (Kelly Link’s Get In Trouble – gifted to me by Rob Cook). I contacted two wonderful women I know via Instagram and asked if they’d help me – by choosing a page.

This was the result (these black and metallic backgrounds, on the bendy paper, do not photograph as beautifully as I’d like) and later today they’ll be winging their way to Canada and the USA.

It definitely gave me a good feel for what kinds of poems likely to come out of this book. I had already thematically brainstormed some ideas – I’ve never built poems from a thematic slant – and these test poems bore out what I had been mentally playing with.

So the ‘Get in Trouble’ series (which will be postcards and the traditional poem squares, on hand-drawn backgrounds) will be…

…poetic snapshots of misdeeds, misadventures and brazen acts of rebellion.

Looking forward to where this is going to take me. Glad to have you along for the ride.