Mail Away

One of the reasons 

that I am only occasionally present 

here these days

is that I have been making mail...

mail art

which can be made from anything

lying about, junk, images, old papers

drawings, magazines, brochures, flyers

and plenty of glue...

 You can recycle envelopes

turn them inside out

draw, paint, snip and paste

add poems, clippings, quotes,

create in any way

that expresses your individuality...

you don't have to be an artist

just keen to make mail

and connect with others

I have invited a few friends

to join a 'closed' blog

where we share the mail received

and build friendships

If this idea of snail mail art appeals to you

and you have the time and inclination

to indulge your creativity in this fashion

email me

and I will give you further information

about the Mail Away project

Wisteria

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Yoshida Toshi

In the pale moonlight

Hasui Kawase

the wisteria's scent

 Chikanobu

comes from far away

 Hiroshige

Haiku by Buson

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A Pre-Sunset Stroll

A pre-sunset stroll

along the Noosa River foreshore

sees the seagulls lined up

to watch the late afternoon skies

too late Jonathon

full house...

left leg tree pose is mandatory

and the vaulted sky

blazes with cloud

as the sun prepares to sink

the dog whisperer

(he really is called that)

wends his way home

with his three charges

impatient now 

to disembark...

The Holy Flute

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The temple seashore

 incoming rollers

flow in time

to the holy flute

Buson

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The Song Remains

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The Song Remains...

Perching on a blooming branch of rose
The bird sang a melodious song

Spreading the cry of joy
Across the void of silence

The rose vanished,
Without leaving a trace
Of its colour,
Of its smell;






But when the bird vanished,
Its song remained.

The Song Remains
by Mahmud Kianush
1934-
Iranian Poet






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Kookaburra

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I was walking over the hill
this afternoon
and noticed this sign
at a block of holiday apartments

and sure enough
right out the front
I saw this...
I am pretty sure
I know who it is...
Do You?

Another friendly kookaburra

who laughs



just like this...



Happy Days
everyone




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An Old Fisherman

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An Old Fisherman

An old fisherman spent the night here

under the western cliff

He dipped up water from the pure Hsiang

and made a bamboo fire

And then, at sunrise, he went his way

through the cloven mist

With only the creak of his paddle left,

in the greenness of mountain and river

... I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven,

And clouds above the cliff coming idly, one by one

An Old Fisherman

by Liu Zongyuan,

Poet of the Tang Dynasty

Top Painting by Wu Zhen
1280-1354
Painter of the Yuan Dynasty

Bottom Painting by Wang Su
1794-1877
Happy Fisherman

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