Now this is a great idea…I just had to pass it along.
As you may remember, back in October, I went for a run and came back with a glimmer of an idea.
Remind me not to go running again: that little seed grew into a project that has taken up every spare moment since then. But today, most of the hard work is over. Today we launch Draw The Line.
It’s been astonishing to watch, as what I’d conceived as a modest small press project blossomed, and more and more comic artists came on board (139 of them at the final count). Every single one of them is a superstar in my books, but it’s perhaps worth mentioning the bigger names, just to underline how the project grew so much bigger than I’d imagined. So, look out for work by Rachael Ball, Hannah Berry, Kate Charlesworth, Hunt Emerson, Kate Evans, Karrie Fransman, James Harvey, Lucy Knisley, Dave McKean, Fumio Obata…
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Another collaboration with the wonderful Marcy Erb…Thanks Marcy!
I have been introduced to so many of you through Ms. Kerfe Roig’s amazing collaborative blog, Method Two Madness, and vice versa, that it almost doesn’t need an introduction. But if by chance you found your way to Illustrated Poetry by another means, I do strongly recommend you head over to Ms. Roig’s blog and check out the art and poetry posted daily by both Kerfe and her best friend Nina.
Ms. Roig sent me this haiku way back last July, in preparation for a possible series on seasonal transitions. I knew immediately what I wanted to do for an illustration – a textured, layered collage. But two things happened on the way to this post: I needed to take my blogging hiatus and I also kept wondering, “how do I photograph/scan/etc that piece for display…
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Try reading this poem out loud without your voice breaking.
by Warsan Shire
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well–
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be…
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Where am I?
turned inward or out?
expands into parallel
and deceives, recedes
expands into a funhouse
of porous passage.
Do I dream?
Is the opening
on the closeted shadows
coils. I have been here before:
in pause, on the edge.
My response to Sue Vincent’s “Lantern” prompt this week. The title is taken from Buffy Sainte-Marie’s wonderful song “God is Alive, Magic is Afoot” (co-written with Leonard Cohen). You can read the full lyrics and link to YouTube videos here.
My thoughts about my 17th year…
(yes, I’m still humming the songs from “Hair”)
by Kerfe Roig
My only thought what
I was not. Uninvited.
The Age of Aquarius
New day is coming
These new voices gave
more choices: one of many
What am I to do?
Time to sit down and wonder
Better get ready
With guitar and Hair
going where an opening
mind left fear behind.
SONGS FROM 1969 BILLBOARD TOP 100 REFERENCED IN THE POEM:
“Crimson and Clover,” “Aquarius,” “Crystal Blue Persuasion,” “Going in Circles,” and “Too Busy Thinking About My Baby.”
IMAGE: Psychedelic self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: At 17, I was lost, a bundle of insecurities. The music of that tumultuous year, 1969, helped me to find a place to belong both with my peers and in the world, while at the same time opening my thinking to new possibilities.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images…
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A wonderful surprise today from my friend Melba Christie who is one of the kindest women I know.
The following is my first found poem where I have used words, phrases, lines or even stanzas from other works including my fellow poets on WordPress. Please see attributions. Hope you enjoy reading the Found Poems. I will appreciate your feedback.Dedicated to my doctor
Listen to the gifts of your heart
There is a rhythm to life
Laughter and love heals all
So much to do, so little time
I trapped a moonbeam in a bottle
enjoyed my morning walks in the woods
Everything is fine
Pressed fall foliage in my journal
to test the power of time
What is this new hope I feel?
my heart beats strong again
Life is beautiful!
Live it well my friend.
A beautiful haiku in anticipation of winter. Freya makes use of many channels to nurture this poetic form.
You can see my haiku contribution to the fall “leaf” series here: https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/2016/10/21/9-21-2/
I have more to say about this image, and more images from this block. We’ll be back next week. Happy Thanksgiving from both of us!
by Kerfe Roig
I don’t remember
why I bought it. A straw hat.
I painted myself
wearing it: young, jaunty, full
of optimism. Moving
on to other dreams
beyond, past the unrealized,
I lost that self. My
self in that moment, that hat,
in that portrait. Who I was.
And now I draw on
memory. An inexact
rendering of time,
the intersection of lines
reaching forward and then back.
IMAGE: “Straw Hat,” self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’m working on 100 self-portraits inspired by other artists. This block print was based on a print by Vanessa Bell. When I saw her image, I immediately thought of the now-lost self-portrait I had painted in my twenties, a young woman in her straw hat. I tried to reproduce the feeling of it that remained in my mind, now wearing the hat on my present, much older…
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Another great series from Silver Birch Press. My response to the prompt “If I…”
If I flew (for Joni Mitchell)
by Kerfe Roig
If I flew,
black, a silhouette
would I see
outlines of me, abandoned
to endless highways?
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’ve been working on a series of monoprints with collage and stitching.“there’s a crow flying” is inspired by Joni Mitchell’s song “Black Crow.” The poem, also, considers her song.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. You can follow her explorations on the blog she does with her friend Nina: methodtwomadness.wordpress.com.
Self-portrait by the author.