postal poetry is so awesome that this post doesn’t even need a snappy title like all dave bonta’s snappy post titles
August 19, 2008
(photo credit :: collage play with Nance at Crowabout by Judy Scott)
Postcards: awesome.
Poetry: awesomer.
Postcard poetry: even awesomerer.
Dave Bonta and I want you to submit to the awesomest poetry postcard site on all the internets: Postal Poetry.
While you’re over there taking a look at the site, make sure you read through the about page to learn about all the fandangly neat-o ideas we have for the project endeavor happening whatever we’re going to call the damn thing.*
Also, take a gander at the poet-artist matchup center, located at the bottom of the site, where (as the name implies) you can find other poets and artists to work with on collaborative submissions. K?
So get your postal poetry on, pronto. (But only if you wanna. No pressure or anything.)
*Dave has a weird thing about the word “project,” so we’re trying to figure out what the hell to call Postal Poetry.
[A note about the art: I took a piece by Judy Scott, whose work I used with permission, adding my own text using Photoshop.]
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Great postcard, goes so well with the words, and unpleat, wish I’d thought of that.
A wonderful card. Also, I’d like to know what’s wrong with the word “project?” I’m not being confrontational, just curious.
Ask the folks who grew up in Cabrini Green. It rubs me the wrong way, like “development,” “enhance,” and lots of other virtually denotation-free, modular words designed to convey sententiousness and little else.
Dave, I just don’t like it because people overuse it. Plus, Postal Poetry Project would be really hard to say, especially 10 times fast. So many plosives!
But, it’s still more than a “site,” which Dave’s been calling it. Site doesn’t convey all the aspects of the endeavor, including gallery shows and other fun stuff we have in the works. Site seems too static for what we’re all going to be doing with the endeavor.
As you can see, endeavor is what I’ve been calling the thing. I’ve also started lovingly referring to it as The Tinkle, since its initials are PP after all.