Showing posts with label Marie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marie. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Grigori needs a wind that isn't cold

Grigori tells me he is going to California and from this photo I get the sense that he is something of a sun worshiper. Oh spring,  oh daffodils!   I wonder where he is going, he might know some of my friends and could say hi for me. He says he needs to feel the sun on his face.  We haven't had much sun here either and it sounds as if the weather in Minneapolis hasn't been any better than the weather in Ringshall. Windy and cold here too.
Grigori seems to think I have heard some lies about him.  The thing is I am way outside the loop and can't always follow the intricacies of complex mail art intrigue, so Grigori has nothing to worry about, I know nothing. I've asked Marie but she's hopping elsewhere.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

R'cd from Marie - Japan





I saw one of Marie's beautifully transparent cut up visual poetry books at IUOMA not long ago.  Of course I coveted it but for once did not ask... I had never had mail from Marie and I must admit that I hoped one day that the red truck would stop at the bottom of the path and  our postman, Michael, would carry one to the box outside the front door.I was expectant, but was trying to be patient, something not really in my nature.

I remember the day I saw the book online because our daughter had just returned from Uni and was telling me about her lecture on the lyric present.  Marie's book seemed so perfect in that context.  And then in the run up to Christmas my own version of Marie's book arrived, and what a beauty it is!

I have to admit taking a ridiculous number of photos and am not showing things in the correct order, letting the photos tell their own story. I'm not sure I'm doing it justice at all. But I did read it and respond to it based both on words and shapes as I carried it around the farm. The cut up gave me words such as, 'sunlight', 'lawn-mower', 'booby trap', 'outside' and many more, with 'puddle' being the most apt in my literal translation . I love the hats.  Marie doesn't even know that I wear and collect them avidly.














Huge thanks to Marie for this outstanding postal gift!