I continue to get these cryptic postcards from Marie Wintzer. I wonder where the words come from. Marie's so smart I think they might be references to people I should know. Or are they cut ups? Or are they dreams, systematically transposed onto RADIOGRAMS? As everything Mary does, these create pictures for me. Sci Fi worlds where something has gone terribly wrong.
Apologies for posting these quite a long while after receiving them… It's great to be jogged by this imagist poet!