Three forms in a single envelope!

[Rebecca Guyver]

I must admit I coveted something destined for Granny Eliane, so when I got my own too, the guilty pleasure of holding a piece of genuine De Villo Sloan concrete poetry made my head, my head swim.  I can't do this but I appreciate it enormously!Wrapped in the concrete poem was this card of the Park Manor Motel.  I don't think I've ever been to this particular fine establishment but what with the large mast of some sort in the background, I bet the internet connection is effective!

Mink Ranger's note was so kind.  He looks so poetic, agile and pleasant too. I hardly like to mention it, but I wonder if he might need a bit of extra English?  If you see him tell him that it's been cold and wet here in England too.  We're hoping the cold doesn't set in for good though, as we have another hen on eggs and lime plaster to set.

The third bit of poetry from Auburn was more working class. macaroni-cheese, oil changes, and a fag packet. the shifting lines suggest crowded tenement housing. Positively proletarian. My favourite line is 'in Lisa's house. The car was in the dr all of Ricky's inhalators.  I will follow them.' A trio of approaches under the umbrella of MnXus and DKult from a master - I will study them and endeavor to reciprocate in my own form.

[De Villo Sloan]

Skybridge, I want you to know "We want your bus in in Lisa's house" is one of those strange cases of Trashpo cosmic debris astral dictation. I had a kid's book I had been cannibalizing for some time, and I scooped a scrap from the debris-strewn floor of the famous Overlook Hotel and there was "Lisa." Totally random. Similar thing with "It's in the Oil Changes" on the reverse side. It names "Mr. Johnson." I couldn't help but thing of Ray Johnson. Maybe... maybe he's sending me messages. A bus? Or a van! Tinkler...

[De Villo Sloan]

I'm so glad you're enjoying it, Rebecca. Wonderful write-up. I consider "We want your bus in in Lisa's house" Trashpo, although I can't ever equal DK. I like "Ricky's inhalators" too and wonder if those are his discarded Camel wrappers.

I was a bit shocked at reading about your description of the mail-art as "a fag packet" until I remembered that's what you call cigarettes over there in the Old Country.

Many thanks for all your wonderful contributions to the M-L blog too. You lighten the load.