Louise Glück by Svenja Wahl

[Marie Wintzer]

I say this every time, but Svenja makes stunner envelopes . This one comes with vintage drawings of scenes of daily life in traditional Japan. Beautiful!

The card she includes is a little bit different from what I have seen from Svenja so far (or maybe this is just my impression?), but it retains her sense of balance of text and image and a very efficient way of using it to make us dig deeper. The text she chose is from "The Wild Iris" by Louise Glück. This is the first time I read anything by this TrashPoLitzer Pulitzer Prize winner, here is a bit more of it:

At the end of my suffering 
there was a door.

Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.

It is terrible to survive 
as consciousness
buried in the dark earth.

Thank you Svenja, your turn to dark minimalist art will undoubtedly get heads nodding. I am thrilled to have this in my collection!

[De Villo Sloan]

excellent feet-ures! pass the sock-i (saki). new kind of poetry = po-lka dots.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

Marie...checkered socks are loved here...

[Marie Wintzer]

He didn't predict spots either. Now I'm left with 5 pairs (on offer) of checkered socks which I can't wear. Arggg...

[Nancy Bell Scott]

Both stripes and spots.

[Marie Wintzer]

So it is going to be stripes this winter? The M-AP never predicted that.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

Katerina, my socks are clean. Well they were before I put them on.

[DKeys]

You guys are making me think of raggedy Ann! (who I love)

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Luckily the internet is non-aromatic? (is that a word? it is a Greek word: αρωματικός ) εωωωω

[De Villo Sloan]

Three stripes and you're out. 

[De Villo Sloan]

This looks like a socker field in here. You are certainly not de-feeted.