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!

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The End of August and Postcards

What an August it was! Many cards and wonderful poems and nice Facebook chatter about the process and sending and receiving. It flew past.

I really enjoyed sharing my photographs and my smaller watercolors as postcards and enjoyed the daily writing. I looked forward to my nightly mailbox trip and to what was in my mailbox each day.

I’ll post the cards I sent out, probably at the end of the month. In the meantime, thanks everyone for a wonderful month!

Day off, filled with geeky-poetry-ness

As the 2016 Postcard Poetry Fest starts to wind up, I decided I needed to reorganize the links to the other years. Maybe it would be better to do them as a gallery. That will only take a few minutes, right? Yeah right.

Anyway, Up at the top of the quiltr.com page, you’ll see the PoPoFest link. Now you can view 2014 and 2015 as a gallery. No names or addresses… Obviously 2016 isn’t complete yet.

 

Sunday, August Is Flying

When I got home tonight, there was still the August Postcard Poetry Fest poem to get done. Earlier today I’d responded to a post on Facebook and thought and then forgot about the line which I thought, at the time, would make a great inclusion in a poem. I was a good way down the poem when I remembered! Yeah coffee! So the poem includes the line

the red caboose of contentment.

Because who could resist that line?

At the meeting, someone pointed out an actual slide from an actual Macworld keynote… I knew where my July 2001 badge was. It hangs over my desk. At some point, I had put my old-new name on it again, but everything else is as it was, before the world changed.

Censorship at AQS Show, continued. Now With Haiku.

Kathy Nida reports that AQS shipped both her quilts back to SAQA. I posted my response below and hope that you’ll write AQS and SAQA showing your support as well. Here are some handy email addresses for you to use.

bonnie.browning@americanquilter.com
terry.guill@americanquilter.com
ExecDirector@saqa.com

If you have a blog, consider posting information about this fight against rather pointless (there was no penis!) censorship and be part of facebook and other social media discussions on the topic. Make your voice heard.

I’m on day eighteen of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. Mom and I are visiting a local library. She’s doing Pokémon on my iPhone because her iPad keeps losing GPS signal… I am our “cover” since I’m sitting here writing today’s poem to be sent out. That done I looked at some of the discussions I’m involved with on the censorship question. Next thing I knew – yeah you were wondering when this would happen, HAIKU!

There hung in a show
A quilt with naked women
none with penises.

Today, naked Trump
appeared in many cities
it’s art as protest

When have dangly bits
been anything other than
anatomical?

about fifty per cent
of earthly beings possess
male genitalia.

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MB and Mom as Tourists

After a long week at work, I have some vacation. Mom and I are doing the locals-being-tourists-where-we-live thing. It started on Saturday with me taking advantage of mom’s central air to get the facing sewn down on my quilt. What a pleasure. Next up the sleeves.

Yesterday we went to the Albany Institute of History and Art which is celebrating their 225th anniversary. They had a big display of ephemera and of their wide-ranging collection and that was fun but what we went specifically to see were the mummies. They were part of our childhoods and they were still there but now they’re on the third floor rather than downstairs. We spent a lot of time looking at all the tomb objects and the writings on the sarcophagus and everything.

We did enjoy the roomful of Alexander Hamilton, the many Hudson River School paintings and well, everything. Lots and lots of local history connections.

Then we headed off for some dinner and ended up at The Olde English Pub. A nice couple gave us advice on feeding the parking meter (and I read afterwards that you better feed the meter!) Our fish and chips and my beer were great and we headed back to mom’s house quite happy.

I went off to writer’s group to try and regain my postcard poetry momentum and to choose three poems to send off for review. Mission accomplished.

Now to get ready for day two!

You can follow along at home:

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How much stuff can your brain do?

I’m becoming convinced that quilting and the figuring and measuring and all that I’m doing in this part of it, knocks out whatever words might have come out of my brain. Getting anything down for today’s August Postcard Poetry Fest postcard was tough. So I wrote about this problem, LOL. Bleah, my brain is empty.

I have gotten eight lovely postcards so far, plus a bonus one from Mom sent while she was in Norwich VT (where we went for years to the Vermont Quilt Festival!). Thanks everyone! (And for the record, Mom’s postcard had a poem on the back!)