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.

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!

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 

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