A couple of weeks ago I was creating some collage poems to go with mail art. Or so I thought. As so often happens in my life, things took another direction all their own, although I didn’t realize it until I was finished. Here’s what happened.
I got out my collage poem supplies (consisting of the backgrounds I was using – this time, seven library cards; some glue; and some randomly torn out pages from old books I got for free from our library. Started cutting out things that appealed to me. Kind of mixing and matching from one background to the other. After a while, I had seven collage poems I liked. Then — I read them over and almost in spite of myself started to arrange them into an order. Strangely enough they went right along with this idea and so – here I am with a serial collage poem.
So I sent it off as mail art in seven different mailings all to the same person. I called the whole thing “Some Lack of Optimism”.
I’m not going to type it out – take a look at it instead on the cards, as it was meant to be read.