Digging For Dada Poetry book illustrated visual concept art book

This is my Digging For Dada poetry digital book

the past 4 blog posts have been pages from this book.....

I used to make these handmade books by collaging from magazines and drawings and such....
inevitably they would fall apart.....get lost in a garden or become otherwise distressed or repurposed....
I wanted to give a distressed ephemeral handmade feeling to the book 
but still have the durability of digital art...
This is a poetry book of a surreal whimsical nature...
It had gotten lost in the woods for a bit and some fairies have pressed four leaf clovers in it....
There are mysterious drawings, prints and paintings just on the other side of the page where the poems are written.....You can faintly see them bleeding through the page....but no matter how hard you look the original image will elude you....

For sale on etsy at Blue Apple Vintage

https://www.etsy.com/listing/158351669/digging-for-dada-a-poetry-art-book-by

hoping to make this available on my website soon.

News Article Explaining Economics In A Very Logical And Articulate Manner

Astronauts  have illegally obtained classified footage that they put on youtube for all to see from a camera that is a fake eye. The eye was kind of hazel but also cracked. Suspicions were raised about the space pirate wearing the eye patch to cover the fact that he is not blinking. He did not cover the fact that he was a spy. The eye camera was then buried in a voodoo ritual, it is mandated in some mossy law somewhere and congress couldn't get it together on time to over turn it. There was simply nothing for it, it had to be done. The footage shows a view from space revealing that the world is flat. The space pirate’s eye was then the cause of the rising of the dead in Haiti and the zombie priest plucked the moon out of the sky and put it into the American currency circulation by investing in the stock market. That would have been okay when the moon was full but as time went by it waned and even became gibbous and spooky. That is why we are in a recession and the stock market all but exploded with roving packs of werewolves.

Fragment of short story witty banter fantasy about religion and poot the votive statue

"Here! This is the last of our chickens. go to the market and get some ginger."

"For the beans?"

"Wha?! For the….for the beans?! Are you mad? For our figure at the temple!"

"What are you going on about woman? It's a votive statue….it doesn't need …ginger….it doesn't even have a proper mouth!"

"This ginger is not for eating! It's to be given as an offering…you know….to the god we worship?! What is it going to give the gate keeper then tell me that, eh?"

"Look, I traded two chickens,  one of my nicest pots and my very own marker medallion for this…..shit!"

"Keep your voice down oy!"

"Yeah yeah…..I'm just sayin, votive statues all this….."

he said gesturing to the ornate temple at the center of the village…..

"it's all bullshit."

"But I'm the village medium I am and I ain't bullshittin."

"But honey suckle your aren't the village medium it is your step sister, remember?"

"I don't have a step sister."

"What they got divorced already?"

"Of course not, you can't get divorced that's why I'm stuck with you."

"But you said you had a step sister twice removed and then this long story I half listened to."

"So….you don't listen to my stories, eh?"

"No sugar dumpling, I mean yes!" Heppo said fawning over his voluptuous wife. "I'm not saying anything bad about you sugar bottom. we could get some sugar instead of ginger…..for the beans…..it would save us half a chicken!"

"HURUMF! Well someone's a medium whoever that may be and I KNOW I know…..that there is such things inside of us as souls and more besides! If your not fearin then why yous bought the statue then, tarry and way you are afraid of the darkness, the mad creeping darkness and the eye that looks into our own and sees naught but itself!"

"No, actually wife…I am not….I just don't want undo attention from the priest's military."

 "Ohhhhh…un do… he says…that's big talkin there for a potter husband, I should have listened to my mother and married the butcher…..a man becomes practical beein' round blood and guts like he."

"He smells like rotten pig and looks like rotten pig and he's also a rotten pig!"

"Humf! better then a…..grasshopper that talks like a…..ummmmm…..peep frog or something."

"Nice try honey."

"Hurmf! I would know better then you if I did know which I may or may not."

"That's the best argument for anything I've ever heard…."

"Well then that settles it! You ARE getting ginger for poot and that is that……I'm not going to have him carrying my eternal soul and getting stuck at the gate of light it just won't do."

"You NAMED it? and you named it Poot?"

"What else would I name it, it looks like a Poot."

"Well, fine dearest honey suckle bottom……I will get the ginger but all of this….all of THIS….."

He waved his hand at society….

"Is bull."

The Big Fish Dadaist surreal rambling poem fantasy sci fi

Another dada and Ian Esslemont inspired experiment 

I noticed in his novel Esslemont's characters either tend to trail of when talking or are cut off before they can finish their sentences....  

The Big Fish

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i'm hooked

I assure you-

turn your face from us, and rightly so……

turn away

from the truth

i won't judge, my gaze is inward…when…i ….left….

that was not my intent….

he murmured, perhaps-

and if I did…then

show me.

No! Please….

that's a big fish!

oh, yes…..but oh how your lying….

at his side- an artifact 

unique

orbed

obsidian

self-possessed

inherent to all

who look upon it

childish scheming-

-and strong

slipped their grasp. no

don't be a fool

don't we?

Don't

I do. 

he muttered darkly

to himself

clutching

pawing

his prize.

wretchedly small…..

…..perhaps you shouldn't……

oh?

gleaming

-you are a mystery to me

i take full responsibility

you do?

I do

I caught

the legend

like a flu

although….

shrug-

oh well...

achoo!

Rainbow surreal poem fantastical drunken lament about religion and giant tweezers

The following was half dadaist writing experiment half fan fiction

I took two pages in a bar scene from Ian Esselmont's Stoneweilder 

selected fragments of sentences and words

and strung them together with a little sci fi twist

and other twisty twists!

Rainbow

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of this covenant….. 

I was merely dictating my calling!

rubbed the sleep 

rub a dub dub

from my eyes

listen!

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

don't you see

don't you?!

you see….

blinkered 

in a negative

confrontation

as you are

listen!

chants

in a crowded room

eyed

uncertain

silent

ah yes, in that place

i remember

the dirtiest most degrading tasks

and the children! the children!

won't you buy me another shot?

wide eyed 

and soft 

suspicious of such generosity

I had no intention of leaving

let's drink to the children's health…

to their health!

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the drunken brawls 

like a grin

it was me 

small and chanting

such destruction

from my small unformed hands

such fear

now awake 

and grinning…. 

yet you helped me

you had seen no sign

half-blood

the old indigenous tribes

and another civilized 

or so it would seem

and the seat of office

officially closed

no justice

no justice here

faith

and faked pleasure

a regular hot bed of black market activities

buying and selling 

harvesters of rainbow light

in air Zeppelins

shining

holy vessels 

virgin voyage

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large golden tweezers

way up in the air

of this covenant 

I was merely dictating my calling

a promise

a dream

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

under the skirts

of golden domes

The air Zeppelins 

ufos

a calling 

harvest the photons

distilled in funnels

dripped in beakers

infused in blood

what was this promise?

half-blood

i am….

the old indigenous tribes

know best

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that there is no justice

in faith and faked pleasure

revived and animated

fading

the survivors

of the first 

flood

did not look up.

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