A couple of months ago, not long after my second hand surgery and all its complications, I was sitting at my dining room table, not feeling up to much. I had a box of phrases and words cut out from books that I intended to use for collage poetry, but I could not concentrate. But somehow I felt I needed to work with those words. The idea came to me to sift through the box and choose just a few words, enough to make three line compositions. I’m not sure why I did this, nor can I say these are really poems? But they had some value to me at the time, just in the making of them, and as I read them now, they do have an interesting cryptic quality to them, I think.
I pasted them on the plain side of post-card sized scrap cardboard, the kind I use for mail art postcards. I had no idea of making them into anything – that’s just what the material was at hand. After I was finished, I drew lines to separate the segments.
Well, see what you think. I still have them. Haven’t decided what to do with them yet. I do think that sometime I’d like to do this kind of thing again.