Asemic Postcards 39 & 41 – sharing experiences

Waiting for the amp in the squatter –
It was a sleep inning.

The flower petals

were singing,

even tho’ the gardens were empty.



Lockdown – a perverse brass band

playing on an onion computer,

accidental parliament impalement package.



Could have been a contender –

barroom bazookas slip out the door,

what we have is a failure to communicate –

static of the soul & the heart,

unconfirmed cockroach,

clambering cacophony in cabinets.


I’m speeding-up > ignorant tweets<

so I could be suffering dolorous figments.
Had my foreground tag forested –
a trickling resentment,

just a low priced fickle gatekeeper.


~portability probability potential~

-revealed exp. stairs’ spider dread *
Their confusion and the arrival of gossip

were me – inevitable pushing.

Bicycle woods, blame the cobbler’s grief,

forget stereophonic demands –

here comes democracy

wearing a face-mask.

Asemic Postcard 119 – love in the year of covid

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.


from Dover Beach

Arnold, Matthew (1822 – 1888)

Asemic Portrait – travel angry

Sunday of last week, I was up late working on this composition. I had Jazzcast   on – listening to Sip Happens ( host Heather Bambrick). The music had been selected in honour of Emancipation Day. Included in the selection was Gregory Porter’s 1960 What?. (Jazzcast Schedule)

The word lists that I use are composed by daughter. Natasha is a Downs person. Besides corking-Spool knitting, swimming, dancing, acting, and bowling, she enjoys copying out words, stories, and occasionally, dialogue from Laurel & Hardy movies.

When I completed this collage composition, with all the music, history, & current events running through my head, the words “travel angry”  jumped out. From slave ships to Black Lives Matter marches, there has been lots of travel. Lots of anger, much of it aimed at people of colour. There are many citizens of America & Canada that become angry when they are reminded that our democracies paint over past & present inequalities of race, class, ethnicities, age, gender, genetic differences, and sexual orientation.

Emancipation Day marks a historical event, but there are many still waiting for the emancipation to be completed. Take a good look at the words in this visual poem composition in the context of the angry travel metaphor & Emancipation Day. What do you hear & see ?