… hang tags. Of late, my obsession with them runs somewhat amuck. I use them all the time as note cards, as quote reminders, as art. Yes, they are now part of my collage work.
If you’re looking for a convenient way to catch fleeting fragments, why not grab a handful and stick them in your pockets or purses? Today, I noticed these lying on a sketch I’ve been working on. The simplicity caught my attention. The fragment is from an older journal entry and was inspired by a poem by Tony Hoagland – ‘How It Adds Up.”
In Hoagland’s poem…
Happiness, Joe says, is a wild red flower
plucked from a river of lava
and held aloft on a tightrope
strung between two scrawny trees
above a canyon
in a manic-depressive windstorm.
My poem, devoid of such vivid imagery, leans towards a musical metaphor…more towards the reality of those invisible intangibles that may or may not be real.
Happiness is a past summer’s day
The shadow of a wren dances amidst the frets of twigs
Accompanies the far-off lilt of an owl — relentless insistence–
Who. Who. Who?
To which I–reading scrambled scripted notes–
Chant the chorus… Adagio…always in adagio…
Why? Why… Why
As you can see, I ‘m editing this even as I write this post. The process of revision relentless as your vision becomes clearer with each subtle change.
Your mission…should you choose to accept it… Pick up pen, write me a fragment. Hang tags of the world — UNITE!