Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, January 29, 2010

learning absences...

 Our wee girl child started her very firstest day at kindergarten this morning .... she is our baby and so whilst I was thrilled that she was up and got herself into her brand new uniform at 6.30am this morning ("ready mumma - can we go now?") fairly gagging to start school - I came home from dropping her off ("see you mumma - you can go now" as soon as we got through the gate) less thrilled by her absence...

so I spent the day working and reworking (and reworking) lettering for my booky edition as part of book*art*object project


 


I've long loved the meditative process of calligraphic practice - letters/ words get into your muscle memory and your body seems to absorb a piece of poetry through the repeated practice. It seemed so fitting that I spent today writing out the words of Rosemary Dobson's poem - Learning Absences....

sigh

well it's almost time for me to go collect my girlie ("can I catch the bus home mumma?") and hear about her day - I hope (know) she's had a great day... 


(** UPDATE ** I've cross posted a version of this over at B*O*A..... not something I've done before - I'm blaming mummy hormones - and the girlie returned home as enthusiastic as she left it this morning - even if she's a little weary )

Saturday, August 8, 2009

book art object... eeeeek!


A short time back I answered the call of fellow blogger SCB at double elephant to join a 'book club' of sorts.... in this case the club was not so much about sitting around the fire discussing a chosen text as it was about MAKING a booky arty object in response to a chosen text....

well that sounded very interesting and all that to me

so I put my hand up - of course not thinking about time, or texts or anything really except - wouldn't it be nice...


weelllllllllll

as of yesterday it's all systems go - with a dedicated blog: 'book art object'.... a set text: the poem "Learning Absences" by Rosemary Dobson... a deadline (of sorts): earlier December (well maybe not a final deadline).... and eight, count 'em 8, warm bodies who have their hands in the air like me.... (I wonder if they, like me, are now going 'GULP - what have I done?!')

shhhhh don't tell anyone - but I'm actually quite excited about digging my artistic teeth into very very new territory - and a committment to create an edition of 9 (count 'em.... eeeeeeek) books.

stay tuned here or here!


(hope you like the narcissus from the garden here at the creek... an early spring gift)