We are ending the summer in the traditional way by enjoying a damp and cold weekend in the Adirondacks. Erin has left us, ending up at her destination in Dublin, Ireland, without mishap, and today I put together a small mailing using a handful of old postcards decorated with colored images primarily of parks across the United States.
The "content" of the mailing is quite simple: a small visual poem created from a concatenated series of vowelless pairs of letters. The meaning of the poem is clear enough (to me), and the clouds or steam in the photographs on each of the cards help reinforce that meaning. Additionally, I wrote the first and the last line of the poem on the obverse of the card, within whatever clouds I found there.
These are the recipients of "sp pr rt th hn":
1/8 Ruth and Marvin Sackner (The Badlands, South Dakota)
2/8 Bob Grumman (Hornet's Nest, Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin)
3/8 Roy Arenella (San Francisco)
4/8 Ficus strangulensis (Custer State Park, Black Hills, South Dakota)
5/8 Mark Lamoureux (The Grand Canyon)
6/8 Mick Boyle (The American Falls of Niagara Falls)
7/8 Erin Huth (The San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge)
8/8 qbdp (Yellowstone National Park)
Now that my daughter is living in Ireland, she becomes a recipient of these mailings.
sp pr rt th hn (5 Sep 2004)
un violon d'ingres