The trees, now, are trees
I’m seeing myself seeing.
I’ll always deny that I
kissed her.
I was just whispering
into her mouth
-Stephen Dunn/Slant
This arrived in the mail yesterday from a certain wonderpoet Rebecca. Thanks again, Dear. Had I not know it was coming it would have been very mysterious indeed. No return address, no signature – just a few musical note stickers and a faint postmark of Seattle, WA. Perhaps we should all send postcards with poems on them to random addresses around the country – maybe people would start to read poetry again? Maybe next time I’m at the post office I’ll buy a lot a lot of stamps.
Just subversive enough to cause discomfort in some quarters. I love a plan of action. Even if it doesn’t launch a renaissance in the reading of poetry, people will be reminded that they are missing so much. And others will do the dance of joy. This is a fine beginning.
I need to start saving up for stamps!
I bought new stamps last night. I love that photo of you on your new bloggidy blog. And terrific photos!
xo
yaya stamps! To send more poems out into the world! Yay Rebecca! I still need to get some. Winter is making it very hard to get motivated.
You like the photo? thanks! I keep feeling like I need something, oh I dunno, more “artistic” I sometimes think that photo doesn’t really look like me a whole lot. It’s the eyebrows, I think 😉
I do love it, though.
Maybe I’ll rig something a take some self-portrait glamor shots Napoleon Dynamite style.
I’m so glad you like the photos! Thank you thank you!
xo