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.

Digging For Dada Collective surreal distopian society visual poem

Fragments and Such about evolution, human kindness and arguing with a banana about philosophy

                                                                                        Catholicpatristics.blogspot.com

Extinct 

the bloodline of a saint

is a rare precious thing

red on the vine it rots

so that others can touch 

the sun.

this is not a finished work

but was prompted by Colin Quin's stand up 

where he points out

we are descended from the biggest assholes history has to offer

most likely any creature, person or even plant with an altruistic nature

has died off in the survival of the fittest

hmmm...

what a cool thought experiment!

a species of altruistic humans going extinct

species that were once named saints

and should be placed on the endangered species list

there is an open door there for some sci fi fun

but....

i have not finished the poem because i am unsure about the concept

and how it regards plants

i shall have to talk to my lemon tree about it

and have a discussion in my garden

I just hope my strawberry patch does not tell me to fuck off

and I do not get into any arguments on my banana phone 

on my quest to discover

the true story

of blue apples

and what they really mean

An Alien Who Met Some Professional Animals On It's Visit To Earth sci fi photography story

Here are some animals I have met

they are professionals...

experts in their field...

or patch....

with purpose and vision

I cannot recommend them more highly

it was like they are born for the job...

but....

Those humans.....

they're slackin' on the job!!!

what is it they are supposed to be doing anyway?

They can't possibly be management!

their not.

then who?

the rocks

the ones that have mica in them

and the ones polished smooth by the sea

ah...that makes sense...

sense?

huh? oh yeah...sense.

sir?

nostalgia that's all

sometimes i miss having a body....

i still have it you know....

I put funny hats on it sometimes....

sigh...

ah well, deploy to your next assignment 

and kid....wear your hat!

dismissed!

Short Story Within A Short Story folk tale about philosophy, gardens and blue apples

A short folk tale that appears in a long short story I wrote 

“Harkin! Once upon a time there were no farmers and humans wandered, taking this berry or that and chewin' on this or that there root as they liked. You see, the garden is a gathering of vegetables and fruits that the hungary vagabond might come across on a walk around but this garden floats in time and space for fear of the same hungary vagabond, a fearin' that he might enjoy the food so much that he would build a house right there and then bring his family and in doin' just that he would then be  bringin' a village and mayhaps in a moment of blind Eeee- rrationality he would a build and build up so that a paved city there would be where no vegetables can grow accept in REGulated areas. Then they got to thinkin', it was either that or become a city of their own making and then when the village came they would find themselves inside the outside. 

Ah! That was smart yes-sir-eee-bob! And harkin! When the garden found a particularly good patch they then a grew vast windows and open doors and in a seein', the humans disowned cement and mortar and became the ones farmed.

What fruits can humans produce you may ask?

Their unique perception, that's what! That so does arrange and organize a one's reality, organically sewn into the fabric of the garden so it was as a tapestry and in going bout the work of craftin' and weavin' and spinnin' up this here artistic endeavor did the blue apples appear that when you eat em' had the unique character to take the eater's mind which is but a part of the garden and reflect it upon the whole. It was in one of those dispositions that a mind did wonder oh where oh where did the sky go? And so in his spirit body he did peak out of the rind that encompassed all and in a peakin' he so did see a giant pluck the orbed world with him contained inside and with two or three violent bites a yum a yum a yum......did but the core of his reasoning remain. Tossed aside upon the ground then did the seeds germinate into twenty instead of one and only then was it clear that it twern't nothin' more then the head of the hydra that is severed when a body dies even such a one as an entire world.

The end."

Unspoken dadaist surreal sci fi poem nature, health care, immortality

Unspoken

I am 43 years old

second of my kind

i am existing

it is a major health condition

currently in critical condition 

a condition common around the world

due to conditioning 

through repetition 

and other cons of all kinds

states of how do you do

and other pleasantries 

of real slang tongue 

But symptoms are severe

so be very scared

the saving angels are infected

transmission of the virus

on wavelengths 

to antenna 

powder wing

and feathered feeler

caught in the blind

operating eye, shining

so

take appropriate measures 

when listening to the radio 

beating frantically 

against the sonic iris 

a medical mystery

in the air

France, Germany, Jordan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and the United Kingdom -- have died.

i am a woman

the nurse is a man

we are both 43 years old

the nurse is an angel 

sickened

a dangerous new virus

is not new

WHO

said

a

statement 

after becoming ill 

according to the WHO

human infection 

called cities

acts like a cold and attacks the respiratory system

a hard shell looms above

cancerous

our roots wither

the angel dims

spring comes

But symptoms are severe

this virus poses a medical mystery 

it's architecture is ridged

and it spreads and spreads

I am a 43 year old woman 

i used to be

an immortal goddess

the nurse is dead

all the angels are

we have to push through the cement

to get to the light

i once was

the tree

in eden 

no.

yes….

but,

i was born 43 years ago

with skin and everything

a ripe second

tall and fat….

heavy

on sweet.

some one

cure me

of my humanity

this need

this hunger

grows

from

the 

(.)