This is one of the books I've made recently. Here's a top view of it. Here's a side view.
I wrote a poem to include in the book. The poem is "flooding with clowns." The title came from an experience with a story a friend of mine told me. The following pics are of the inside of the book.
flooding with clowns (the text)
silence is compliance
forgetting is protection
winding
winding
winded
wounded
internally grateful:
forget-no-mores can be painful & healing
locked in the bedroom closet close to dinner time
but dining on that green vegetable with the boy’s name doesn’t appeal
the only place for alone time
place & time & time & place
put that into another place
place it in another time
it’s all the same eventually
memories get caught up & caught up again
the narrator is elusive
the protagonist changes in each scene
patterns are patterns in green
patterns are patterns in orange
patterns are patterns in lavender spots
look through the keyhole
when he thinks no one is watching
happiness comes with a bundle of compromise
but only through the keyhole
when no one is watching
the face gets larger & larger & larger &
it haunts dreams & wakefulness
the face gets smaller in a POP!
an implosion of thought & contradiction
an inevitable fancy
like a clock or a hippopotamus yawning
warnings come in big & small letters
hunting & haunting till they are read
the face gets larger & larger & larger again
an explosion of thought & completion
undeniably
it’s a cross between a clothes pin & a planter
warnings come & go & go & come
till they are
warnings are big & small voices
that are heard & not heard
heard & herded
till they are
the lessons are terminal
awareness is intrepid
skating between
what is heard, seen, & known
eventually, it all dries up
a long-term bout with
construction-workers in white collars
reality is managed through tiny lenses
that suggest severe myopia
congratulations are in order on a new design
the only way out sometimes is to get outside the box
step in the sun (or rain)
until you can feel it on your skin—
your nose, your hands, your forehead—
the face gets larger & larger
laugh & walk away
that’s how it’s done in yoga
written by: Tracey M. Gagne
2 comments:
Hey! I love your EXPLOSION!! book. (I have to put exclamation points after because an explosion is so exciting!) I think the colors and the cover fit in with clowns! Looks beautiful. I am so happy that you are getting so into the book binding.
I love the book. I think it was you who got me interested in collecting cute notebooks. The cute ones are always over-priced so it's great to be able to bind your own. I love the poem, especially the pattern concept.
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