The train ride home was
on Sunday, just in time for
the town hall meeting.
Time will not
fade the memories
of fine times
and good friends.
I hear Uncle Charles needs help.
I will come Thursday.
We can cook
as long as necessary.
with love from Florence.
As usual, a combination of a number of things. I bought a bunch of old postcards, having some vague idea of using them for found poetry and art. But I haven’t done anything with them
Then I went to the “Unorthodox” exhibit at the Jewish Museum. On display was a group of typed postcard art done by Endre Tot. I had never heard of him, but he is a Hungarian artist, a member of Fluxus (a Dada-inspired movement), and is known for his mail art.
I had been thinking about typewriter art after seeing some of the recent work done by Marcy Erb at Illustrated Poetry. So I took one of the postcards and “typed” over it in Photoshop. In some ways, much more flexible than using a manual typewriter, but in many ways, actually, not. It took me a long time to figure out how to do it! And not perfectly realized by any means: but a start.
The poem is a three verse shadorma, found poetry using the letter on the back of the postcard and the secret keeper’s words for the week: (5) Words: | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |
…and if you stretch it, maybe it satisfies the NaPoWriMo prompt for a train poem…
All in all, an interesting exercise, and one I hope to explore further.