BEHIND THE SCENES
Riddle Me Mail - the March edition
A work in progress and some things discovered along the way.
Blackout Poetry and Hand Lettering in Progress
Art Panel: April showers bring May flowers.
This edition of Riddle Me Mail is one of my favorites, though it didn't start out that way. Choosing a theme is always a challenge. April is letter writing month and poetry month, as well as frog month, garden month, decorating month, and soft pretzel month. But how to choose? Frogs? Hmmm. I like frogs (the peepers will be peeping any day now), but no. I love soft pretzels with mustard, but that didn't seem like enough to go on. Garden month? Well, I've done a number of nature themes and wanted something different.
For some reason, poetry kept coming back to me, but I struggled to find a way to make it work, until I recalled Austin Kleon's book, Newspaper Blackout. I subscribe to his weekly newsletter and it landed in my inbox just when I was looking for inspiration. Serendipity.
In the process of creating my poems and the artwork, I developed a new hand-lettering style I adore and was delighted to discover that one my poems connected with letter writing.
If you'd like to give blackout poetry a whirl, I created a one pager with starter text and instructions. Click here or on the image below, print it out, and give it a go.
And if you'd like to share it, I'd love to see what you come up with. Send it to me!
Try Blackout Poetry!
Download and print this sheet.
(click image below)
Answers to the Quizzical.
National ASL Day
thoughtfully they parted
it was the inconvenience of conversation
economized by the boundaries of silent ears,
still hands, and talk, loud talk
between the hearing and the not
the inconvenience of hearing men and women
with the luxury of sound who remain still
while those who cannot hear wait out the solitude, vast and difficult
they wait for inconvenience to reach out
and fasten a steady course of big thoughts
for their hands to plow neutral ground
where conversation no longer economized
becomes plentiful, not merely sufficient
but transcendent, and passionate
but more common and often
thoughts and feelings ricochet between them
until they slink into some corner and evaporate
the hearing and the not
where once again they assume a distance
awkward and unchanged
all too aware of the boundaries between them
the hearing and the not