Mixtape: Oldies (N) and New Goodies (K)
the shells of my mind: beach shells
we react violently, peacefully.
over that water I may see
what one has never seen
(or imagined to see)
love: not lying
please, stop crying.
–poem by Nina, illustrated by Kerfe
I found a bunch of my old poetry when I was cleaning. A lot of it is in little sketchbooks with collages. Thirty-five years ago I was both wordy and cryptic in my verse. Probably even then I didn’t know what it meant, but there are images and phrases that still seem good to me. So I thought to remake a few and send them off to Nina to illustrate.
Turns out Nina also has old poetry, so she sent a couple off to me for an exchange. I don’t think she did any revisions on hers, but they were already short and clear and I had ideas for illustrations right away. Any opportunity to draw shells…and I’ve just been reading about labyrinths.
And when Margo at Wordgathering posted her picture prompt this week, I was amazed to see how it echoed what I was doing for Nina’s poem. Eerie.
Nina will post her illustration with my revised poem this morning…above is my original collage to accompany the original words. Also cryptic.