End of August Postcard Poetry Fest 2017

I got a lot of postcards and enjoyed the cards themselves and the words written on them. Some of the poems were striking, one gave me chills (in a good way) and all made the connection we all hope for: I sat down and came up with these words to send you, a thought, an image, a rant, a mysterious string of ideas… put them on this card, put your address and a stamp on it and sent it off into the world.

Sometimes you get an acknowledgement that the card arrived, sometimes a response from the recipient to the poem itself, but I never get too tied up about that. Postcards can go in different directions way too easily. One thing happened this year that may not have happened before, someone in the postal handling part of the postcard’s journey wrote a response on the card. Pretty sure they weren’t agreeing with the sentiment but wow – wrote on the card. That card took about a week or more to get to me, so I’m not sure if they pondered it for a few days or if it just took that long.

Be that as it may, my own August Journey was pretty smooth. I had written down a list of words to act as prompts in case nothing came to mind in the hour of writing. Sometimes in the past I’ve used a group of haiku as my fall-back on hard nights. This year a theme developed, not of my choosing, around the idea of “a place to stand” and it popped up over and over again in different ways. One night I started writing and came out with something that ended up 75 lines. Way too big for a postcard, even in its beginning. I excerpted it for the card.

A good month, now I’m ready to do other things. Stand by for photos and painting and travel and who knows what else.

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Sunday out and around here and there

I went and procured tomatoes. Real ripe tomatoes. I needed a tomato sandwich and I needed it bad. I had a peach for dessert.

Diddled around at home for awhile and then went out late to the nearby pond and enjoyed the late day sun changing into evening. Painted a little just trying to capture something of the color and light. Took photos. Came home.

All in all a successful day. See the Flickr album for all the sights!

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Now I just need to write out the two postcards for the weekend – how fast August has gone! August Postcard Poetry Fest has been very good both in the writing and in the cards received. Yesterday I got four cards – WOOT – and one of them had been “commented” on by someone in transit, presumably a postal worker. We often imagine people reading them as they move from poet to poet but someone sure read that one!

chasing clouds

The clouds today were big and puffy and fun. Here’s all the photos I took this morning on the way to work.

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And after a long day at work, and even though I should be writing a poem to send out tomorrow, I did this, which needs some drying before I can do some final touches.

Finally, you might remember recently I spent time marking my brushes lest I lose another brush in deep grass. So far so good. But, the other night while rummaging on youtube I had to back up because of this, giving me great joy that I’m not entirely crazy.

And finally finally, from the Quote Box:

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. — W. B. Yeats

Friday Night Excitement

There I was, writing a too-long poem for August Poetry Postcard and… a bat appears.

Let me just say, I moved pretty darn fast. Locked myself in the bathroom while I tried to figure out what to do, having no cast iron skillet handy (family legend) When I’d put on shoes and steeled myself I opened the door and contained it and escorted it without further incident to the great outdoors. Hope it’s gone in the morning. Only hurt myself a little in the process of vacating the bedroom LOL.

Now I just need to figure out what to do with the too-long poem or just write a short bat one LOL.

Focus…. On What?

People sometimes tell me – you’re so focused. Yes that’s true. Th downside is that sometimes it’s hard to change gears or shift energy to something else that wants or needs doing. I offer this only as a lame explanation of my absence the past week or so.

it’s August Poetry Postcard Fest 2017, the eleventh for the month-long poetry writing, postcard sending group activity. It’s my fourth year I believe and it’s a daily cycle of hoping to write a poem at lunch, getting something written by late night and usually out to the mailbox around midnight. It seems particularly hard this year to do that and other things like painting and blogging and being a world citizen all at the same time. I’ll figure it out.

I am struck though by the difference in describing things in words and doing it with paint and paper. I’m not sure if one is anymore realistic or true emotionally but they are different.

I’ve done things. Painting, words, stuff. I did fix up my brushes so as not to lose them in the tall grass.

I am doing a “secret” project for postcard poetry and feel, although I’m sure it’s not true, like I created a great new technique. All in the interest of getting some consistent results multiple times.

And a little painting, but bigger than normal:

sunset

That’s all for now!

Monday, July 3

Had some good times today – Started off by going to the post office to send out a package. Mom and I poked at her iPad which is still not acting right although thankfully in very limited ways, and we discussed options. Then we went to lunch. Then I poked around some, and I took a couple back roads home, like I knew where I was going – must have had some idea since I did make it home.

Mom gave me a solar lantern that looks like it’s filled with fireflies. I hung it on the back arm of the mailbox – maybe tomorrow I’ll get a hook or something to make it a little nicer but I keep looking out and it’s still lit up! (I gave Mom a hat which looked super cute on her because everyone needs a nice hat when you’re outside these days.

Did some painting and did some drawing, did some reading. Did some playing. Did some wash. Got all excited about signing up for August Poetry Postcard Festival and realized it’s a 12 AM Pacific Time opening…

This was from yesterday’s trip to the Clark (where you simply must go to see the Frankenthaler Wood Cut Prints and Paintings!). It was about 80F and windy so watercolors were more like an insta-dry medium.

These were done today. It was worth sitting outside sketching the hostas and birch tree just to be outside hearing the birdies sing.

PoPoFest 2016

Even though the Poetry Postcard Fest technically ended with the end of August, there’s always a grace period afterwards where cards continue to navigate the postal system and folks catch up from various things that interfere with daily life and writing during a thirty-one day span. Some folks aren’t quite ready to put down the pen and so they continue to fire off what we like to call “bonus cards” – maybe not to your own group of 31 but pushing outward to others. And, let me tell you, finding a bonus card in the mailbox as August fades in the rear view mirror is a mighty fine thing!

All this is to tell you that I’ve added my own cards to the navigation bar above. If you click PoPoFest above you’ll see the three years of outbound cards for your amusement and edification. If you’re a 2016 Group One participant and didn’t receive a card from me, please be assured I sent one. Leave me a comment or shoot me an email and I’ll get you one, digital or reprint!