Meet my 'Webby Rabbitholing' New Friend

 

I'm not sure if I am meant to read the words below the drawing on this envelope.  As it happened, the mail graffiti has printed over the words making them impossible to read now. I suspect it is asemic writing and part of Ted's poetry. The image is also enigmatic but, enticing! I haven't met Ted Trager before.  I notice the restrained colours and appreciate the typewriting. When I turn the envelope over I learn how Ted found me:

I am well, Ted.  I am a little slow responding to mail art these days, and even slower sending it out but I appreciate every piece I get and archive them all in my big mail art collection.  I record all my incoming and outgoing mail in my postal ledger and eventually reply to everyone.

I don't know enough baout ted to put these images in context but notice that each of the four quadrants works as a strong image on its own. It reads as an album cover. Punky Jazz, maybe? The red suggests protest to me and the horn must be playing something sad.

On the back, I find another visual poem. Like making marks with charcoal, I see rhythms of lights and darks and notice the ls, os and js, stroking the white paper. 

I can almost see the character of the person who wrote this. Some day, when I have time to settle down in my armchair, I will try to unpick the exact words in this example from the POG archive for now, I will just delight in the exclamation marks.

Thank you Ted.  

Eyelash Inconsistencies - Marie Wintzer

One of the things about Marie's poetry and imagery that speaks to me is the way she mixes the intimate with the foreign, the uncomfortable with the familiar.  The cover features a dusky alley; there are chairs where people sat, will sit.  Light filters down making things sort of visible. The title 'Eyelash Inconsistencies' is full of vowels, sharp 'c's and 's'es.  I think of eyelash kisses, deformity, tears, age -  I notice that my eyelashes point down when I am tired.  How did that happen?

Yesterday, as the sun was setting, Patrick found me in the shed, with Marie's book. 'What are you doing?' he asks.  For some reason I feel the need to balance Marie's book in various places to juxtapose the pristime pages with something convoluted and a bit seedy.  I hope this isn't self-indulgent and that you can read all the words! The poem is smashing!

Sue Marsdon sends poignant correspondence photos

Sue stays in our house sometimes and when she's there she sees our world through her camera lens.  Sue heard of our holiday mishap and sent me these photos of cherished items and indcluded some cherished words.  Thank you Sue!

Moan Lisa returns! Fractal and photography

Moan is back and is as prolific as ever! He has all of IUOMA abuzz with fake Andy Warhol, has a long list of people for artist Fractal and makes exquisite photos.  I wonder what the story of the photos is.  Is that a David Stafford dress?