I would have written there, right across your toenails on the shoreline; I knew the waters would lap my words away but I liked the impermanence. You would have gotten the wrong idea, had I crouched at your feet. Or, maybe, not...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
046. Sandwritten
Ignoring for the moment that I just had an Amazon delivery of 7 books, that are itching at the corner of my vision... I was intrigued when during my >language>place blog carnival hosting, I came across the concept of asemic writing. Hosting the carnival allowed me to feature Sean Burn, and Dorothee Lang with Karyn Eisler; and led, through there to facebook groups, and a world of half-sensical words. Step on in...
I would have written there, right across your toenails on the shoreline; I knew the waters would lap my words away but I liked the impermanence. You would have gotten the wrong idea, had I crouched at your feet. Or, maybe, not...
I would have written there, right across your toenails on the shoreline; I knew the waters would lap my words away but I liked the impermanence. You would have gotten the wrong idea, had I crouched at your feet. Or, maybe, not...
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Wonderful prose to go with the idea and the illustration! In fact, it makes one wonder about the waste of writing that cannot be read ...
ReplyDeleteInteresting concept - let your unconscious run wild, and convince your audience to step on in.
ReplyDeleteDelicious in every way--red, words, shoreline, the plays on language in your writing. This is fab!
ReplyDeleteI stumbled over inspiration tonight, and having posted tomorrow's entry (Day 54) already, I'm calling this Day 54 1/2. I culled some words from you and other 100 Days artists and I just wanted to let you know. Thanks!
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