unpinned

Having the Having, Jack Gilbert

I tie knots in the strings of my spirit
to remember. They are not pictures
of what was. Not accounts of dusk
amid the olive trees and that odor.
The walking back was the arriving.
For that there are three knots
and a space and another two
close together. They do not imitate
the inside of her body, nor her clean
mouth. They cannot describe, but they
can prevent remembering it wrong.
The knots recall. The knots
are blazons marking the trail
back to what we own and imperfectly
forget. Back to a bell ringing
far off, and the sweet summer darkening.
All but a little of it blurs and leaks
away, but that little is most of it,
even damaged. Two more knots
and then just straight string.

Book in Progress

Portland has this really cool art store called “Scrap,” where I found all these dental x-rays. Way cool!

Hannah Hoch: six photomontages

vispoetica:

Erica Baum: ten photographs from Dog Ear (dog-eared pages of mass-market paperbacks) (2009)

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(Source: uglyducklingpresse.org)

Collages by me

Here are some collages I made for my book arts class:

I tried to think of some titles just now but none were good enough. Maybe later!