tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289805362024-03-14T02:17:10.848+11:00ChickollageDianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-84791844349273123432012-05-26T09:22:00.001+10:002012-05-26T09:27:08.539+10:00Meet Qwerty - (one of) the reason(s) I haven't been collaging<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been absent for awhile. And no collage poems. Last time I was here, I mentioned that there were cut out words spread all over my dining room table. Now they're put away and it's all because of this cheeky little fella, who has burrowed deeply into my heart.<br />
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This is Qwerty. My ginger kitten, my bower bird, my monkey boy, my laptop sitter. He's cheeky and he's into everything. He discovered the cut out words on the table and quickly spread them over the floor. He sits on my bookcase next to the candle holder and knocks the pebbles from the base onto the floor, watching and listening in delight as they drop. He raids my bedside drawer and carries off strips of tablets. He opens my jewellery box and hides necklaces in the laundry basket. <br />
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He supervises me in the shower, he supervises the washing up, turns on the roomba vaccuum cleaner and stalks it around the room. His curiosity knows no bounds and he fills me with delight. He even has his own blog: <a href="http://www.lordqwertybyron.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Lord Qwerty Byron</a><br />
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So there has been not much collaging lately, but that will change. I just need to put it back on the table and let him join in if he wants to. Who knows? Maybe he will come up with his own poem. Stay tuned. <br />
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But here's one I prepared earlier. Enjoy...<br />
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Firstly, I can't do the collage poem a day thing, so I won't be posting any more 365 day challenges - there lies the way of madness.<br />
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When I start creating collage poems (and the whole mess that goes with it), I generally have 4 or 5 poems on the go at once. A phrase may make absolutely no sense in one poem (though it's not always a bad thing to challenge logic) but will fit beautifully in another poem. <br />
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My poems come in binges - the workshop I presented in September led to a binge that lasted several weeks, spread across my dining room table and my work desk and resulted in 18 poems. On average for that period, I made a collage poem a day.<br />
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So for 2012, I have set a goal of having a collage poetry binge weekend once a month.<br />
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Check back here for the results.<br />
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Meanwhile, here is my 'theme' for the next 12 months.<br />
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Since the workshop, I have created 8 new collage poems. <br />
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And there was a reason why I excavated my dining room table last week. So I can collage and each poem can percolate exactly as long as it needs to...<br />
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A few years ago, I attempted a 365 days of collage poetry challenge - it lasted a month before it fizzled out. But there were a couple of things that hampered the project. <br />
1. My Virgo partner - who wasn't very impressed by runaway words, cut outs and half-constructed poems everywhere. <br />
2. my beautiful cat, Dorkus, who was impressed and liked to contribute - in not always a constructive way. <br />
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<div style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Have scissors, will cut. </b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Have glue, will stick. </b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Have imagination, will create. </b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Have life, will have fun. </b></div><br />
With 8 or more poems in progress on the dining room table, I may re-commit to a 365 day challenge. I'll see how it goes over the next few weeks - stay tuned to see what the bug may bring...Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-6018364047279015182011-08-24T15:46:00.004+10:002011-08-24T16:41:54.906+10:00The Body Image Project<a href="http://www.nambuccawriters.info">Nambucca Valley Writers Group</a> is compiling an anthology called <span style="font-style: italic;">Food for Thought </span>with all of our members asked for contributions based around food and recipes, up to 10 pages.
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<br />Instead of writing a short story with recipes, I decided to do something a little different, a little out of my comfort zone, a bit of a creative stretch for me. I decided to create a collage story.
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<br />The text was easy - once I started, it just flowed out. It became a story about body image, about the media's schizophrenic obsession with body image, about how my body image has been shaped over the years. I had many food magazines I could cut up for background collage photos along with the usual gossip magazines and sensationalist headlines. But then I was advised new parameters for the artwork: everything had to be in black and white, so it would reproduce okay.
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<br />That condition vetoed my use of magazine reproductions - photos of food in magazines do not come in black and white. So here I was with 490 words of text, and nothing to stick it on. I'd even worked out the layout of the text in a visual diary, but I was still waiting for the vision.
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<br />I started thinking about an artwork I'd seen many years ago, most likely in a Biennale at the Art Gallery of NSW. It was by <a href="http://www.barbarakruger.com/">Barbara Kruger</a> and called<a href="http://kaganof.com/kagablog/2006/11/25/barbara-kruger-says-6/"> "I can't look at you and breathe at the same time."</a> The text was superimposed over a black and white image. This long ago memory became my base inspiration.
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<br />I bought a new camera. I thought about the words, and I thought about the text and the images that would suppport or juxtapose the text. I decided to take photos on my trip. Surely in Melbourne I would come up with some great photos for the project. My photos of chocolate on the chocoholics tour did not meet my requirements for the backgrounds - something about the way handmade chocolate is laid out for sale doesn't really make it photogenic. Nice in reality, but it doesn't make the conversion to two dimensions.
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<br />On my first free day, I went to Queen Victoria Markets. I gazed wistfully at The Drunken Poet pub and remembered the night back in April when I had watched Chris Wilson play, and thought briefly about the matchbox accommodation I'd stayed in that night. I'd picked much better accommodation this time around. Then I headed into the markets, only mildly distracted by clothes, because produce was my target.
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<br />And I took photo after photo of yummy stuff:
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<br />When I got back home, I had the images printed in black and white, cropping so that they were all in portrait view rather than landscape. I ordered 5X7 prints as that is the closest to A5 - the format the anthology will be printed in. Then I printed out the text, cut it up, and laid the photos on the table, matching the text against the background images.
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<br />And it worked. I didn't need any extra text cut from magazines. The food photos and the text are enough to make my point.
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<br />Now I'm wrestling with double-sided tape to get those words into place. Who knew it would take so long to stick the words down? Then I will scan the images and email them to our Food for Thought editor.
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<br />It's been a long absence from this blog, but I've noticed that I'm getting many hits on my <a href="http://www.chickollage.com">website</a> for collage poetry - so I plan to be around more often, creating poems more often and in two weeks time, I will be presenting a 'Sliced and Diced' collage poetry workshop to Bellingen Writers Group. Later I will publishing 'how to make collage poetry' tutorials to my website.
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<br />Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-77929035825161038432009-03-15T00:34:00.002+11:002009-03-15T00:43:10.259+11:00Nothing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9xsakk4Hh6G_Gu3m8s0aNKVzyOu6GuRJM2k8lyiK-Ndgu-0QTGH20eWQdsBfJ90HQHsCekFjrehngvIClCvdubKk3s_IIVz_MGv_GO3CD1FXHpzo36KNLDcMTO9qbM8RHdH7MA/s1600-h/collage_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9xsakk4Hh6G_Gu3m8s0aNKVzyOu6GuRJM2k8lyiK-Ndgu-0QTGH20eWQdsBfJ90HQHsCekFjrehngvIClCvdubKk3s_IIVz_MGv_GO3CD1FXHpzo36KNLDcMTO9qbM8RHdH7MA/s320/collage_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313037723261297714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finally, some new collage, thanks to my recent retreat with my writers groups. Jen and I got collaging, and I suggested we have some collage weekends in the future as there's no point getting out all those words and make all that mess for just one poem.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-42355338094542658982008-11-26T15:57:00.002+11:002008-11-26T15:59:56.882+11:00Zazzle shopNow that Zazzle has tools to create many products at once, I'm spending more time in my <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/chickollage">zazzle shop:</a><br /><br />Come and have a browse!<br /><br /><script language="javascript" src="http://www.zazzle.com/api/zp/zpanel?zp=117777806178912106"></script>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-30687712609297993642008-08-02T21:17:00.006+10:002008-12-10T20:44:02.303+11:00Long time, no collageIt's been a long time between collages...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but with Jen back in town and the Byron Bay Writers Festival to renew our mojo, new collage poetry was created.<br /><br /><br /><br />Because Nicky, the main character in my story <strong>Diary of the Future</strong> creates collage poetry, I have been aiming to create poems that relate to teenage life. So I created the following about a teenage party:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229880345609420258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU8IcKP_ZthAXoWVBiOY3bvKRDlxBIdYKwssvLzq2c7FghPLbBRMyhhgtHnPKCNv53xu2nTB6wltifG1YPi-NsAzKpJO-Gj3ugejVYHSwFUPXwQCVUpbdFENul5KdsEAPNW1vjg/s320/collage_0017.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Grin and party<br />Hot new hook-ups<br />Touchy-feely french kiss<br />too much to drink<br />spirals out of control<br />Let your lips do the<br />Slurring, staggering<br />The party is over<br />Everybody<br />Forget</div><br /><br /><p></p><p>I didn't create the next one to be part of the teenage theme, but as I posted it to the blog, I realised that there was a natural progression in themes. Hee hee! Actually, I'd created the next one, because I was amazed at how many times the word 'pregnant' had turned up in my box of words. And 'pregnant and paranoid'? I just had to use that.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229880333928798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uHJ4QY7vgVW04LFEKcTAbUhDuZw-7NYNxXCac0ZB9rEVg4WC20XqiTlEXjfdYAcYWB6E1PKV-Z4Fy_zaiFJLUvOfYK4KOOoIGkXoeXyy7n0NCaHZQl2f40h3ZtgMuQUq7EN8rQ/s320/pregnant.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p align="center"><br />not pregnant<br />pregnant!<br />you're pregnant?<br />PREGNANT AND PARANOID<br />too stunned to speak<br />the horror</p><p> </p><p>I'm hoping that this new spurt of collaging will result in a renewal in the desire to collage. As I said, I want a number of poems that will fit in with <strong>Diary of the Future</strong>, and with the news that lulu.com now has a printer in Australia, a combined anthology featuring poems from both Jen and I is a real possibility.</p>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-7679069753300225782008-02-20T21:12:00.006+11:002008-12-10T20:44:03.076+11:00The collage poetry recipe<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIEh1oFvAHZCWqvDaxqFdCPX-8K6jrTd_WEhMWwvXZpb9n8XIIpmY5gr6j8ue5XtdNmonClxYm9bK52HfxREycLu1AVQGmqekz36JJsWhIfQOZiaMtUvbsTmOxsabRs8RrjQl3w/s1600-h/collage+recipe.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169004006507723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIEh1oFvAHZCWqvDaxqFdCPX-8K6jrTd_WEhMWwvXZpb9n8XIIpmY5gr6j8ue5XtdNmonClxYm9bK52HfxREycLu1AVQGmqekz36JJsWhIfQOZiaMtUvbsTmOxsabRs8RrjQl3w/s320/collage+recipe.JPG" border="0" /></a> The recipe seems simple enough but I haven't been following it lately. The magazine collection has been growing but the words haven't been making it to paper.</div><br /><br /><div>But I really have to focus if I'm going to produce an anthology by the end of the year.<br /><br /></div><div>I have a fascination with cardboard coloured drawers to collect the cut-out words in. I've taken a small set of drawers to work - if I fill it with words, I may be able to turn out a poem during my teabreaks.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169005758854380098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbS1Bhf2dI7CG-b7E1KQqhXBZ6zc94evepgY2dVlIy4th9a3PRulubETKS3AYtEQaZg4PLzPlApSPDixGFgeF86S28TmzFJBynqmbowW_wJ-7-TJNal9Yg5LpfR096__zmBwDRCw/s320/collage+workspace.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div>I've also started some visual collages of my novels - 'I'm with the Band' collage in progress is pictured.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Jennifer has made some gorgeous Easter collages. I feel like eating Easter Eggs just looking at them.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169006811121367650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHXQJTHZf80HGqW_j5nXe-J5N_X-gYF8_Rp_B7mGWm0Ivf07GKld_F8X-ER5xlFF22nXccAz8kbvB2bV0Ks58nDCvNBsLLSafKeHoX_YeLQt44qGhst5iym0r1y10B4Dn8SYpq8g/s320/222510588v4_240x240_Front.jpg" border="0" />Bright and colourful. Who says you only need to send cards at Christmas?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169006596373002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIo1GYcg9R9zgQGHPx_zkG6df-v_q41l49UdReAjJrXN8DoKR8XdXxx4z02BGp88R-gYCMjxL_qwyWAVa49NJg9EF_G3YPVtW9GXXPdVeBZZetD1n-mimLav5iI7qUT-uY7H66Q/s320/222504969v7_240x240_Front.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br />Available at <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chickollage/4725806">The Chickollage shop</a> right now!Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-28256268987778255722007-11-14T22:53:00.000+11:002007-11-14T23:06:11.169+11:00New shop open at zazzleI've taken the plunge and opened a <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/chickollage">zazzle shop</a>, firstly focusing on gifts for writers.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.zazzle.com/assets/swf/zp/zp.swf?cn=" width="450" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" st="date_created&tl=" skn="default&ch=" wmode="transparent" flashvars="feedId=0&path=http://www.zazzle.com/assets/swf/zp/skins"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">make custom gifts</a> at <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">Zazzle</a><br /><br /><br /><br />When I should be writing, I'm thinking about more great products for writers. But guess I actually have to do some more writing for Nanowrimo to be a writer, instead of just wearing a t-shirt or drinking from a 'writers' mug.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-3496129087704606762007-09-30T13:42:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:03.435+11:00New collage projects<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_SHjzXnNuOZCciqPLHOOEYagXsImryTABx_4myrJw59-v7EFLTj3PWkuRLV-IqODgfvICBhhCuVSNh5rKmuR4aY2LKT2wrqlsJG2e3lCCYCY9AgbF7Ry5fImTSukL8h61tVmIw/s1600-h/100_0365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115842581810910610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_SHjzXnNuOZCciqPLHOOEYagXsImryTABx_4myrJw59-v7EFLTj3PWkuRLV-IqODgfvICBhhCuVSNh5rKmuR4aY2LKT2wrqlsJG2e3lCCYCY9AgbF7Ry5fImTSukL8h61tVmIw/s320/100_0365.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've been very slack on the new collage front. Trying to develop systems to make the collaging easier but there is still so much to do which has nothing to do with collage. <div><br /><div>Actually, I lie. I've completed a 3D collage poetry project. I cannot show it to you here now as it is a present for a friend and I don't want her to see it until she opens her parcel. But all will be revealed once I know she has her custom collage. This is probably the first of several 3D projects as long as I can get my hands on the raw materials. Unfortunately, items pictured in the Spotlight catalogue do not always appear in my local store, so I'm going to have to talk to someone to have them ordered in.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115843174516397474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5vECIKfi1I9U0Lqe9VF5CcI3NYMDksW5acgXhkfNm4vgq1iqskSb7teBhb-8hDlLL0v2at9PRZJtWj8zcHko6dm4msQYntdUkuJQgtoGJ_7W_8D6tIemlVjE7y9a7MLkyX6DLg/s320/100_0956.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>I think the anthology will be next year's project. We're heading into Nanowrimo in a month's time, and I want to knock my novel Diary of the Future into shape for submission so I doubt that I will be able to collage every day. It certainly was a nice idea but realistically I cannot keep it up for any extended period of time.</div><br /><div>I also have now registered chickollage.com so am deciding what needs to go on that site. Last year when I first came up with the term chickollage, somebody registered the domain name, obviously thinking they would be able to sell it back to me at a profit. Well, the registration lapsed so I grabbed the domain.</div><div> </div><div>I've also added a large number of Jennifer Gordon's photo collage designs to the greeting card section of <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chickollage">The Chickollage Shop.</a> It's great to see that you can now buy greeting cards in lots of 1 or 10, and there are also notecards.<br /></div></div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-72811417180578149522007-07-22T12:15:00.001+10:002011-08-24T15:45:38.358+10:00A hiatus from Collage Poetry and a Cafepress special promotion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1Tki10NO2w3m49k0bXwxjhSsNSxAjJatMb4jMmwwcCZE3ArhozWzJJ2pneOUwblD9R010E_sH9nra8SnpAETEa6ETgTlnS7lZjnnPkoInXA93sVg2C-dzlokx7DB3u_i5xNdzg/s1600/legendary+punk+poet.jpg">
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<br /><div>Now it's that great time of the year where I actually get some money back from my taxes, so I've purchased one of those all-in-one scanner-copier-printers. I love it!</div>
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<br /><div>I haven't neglected it completely. I have bought a heap of second hand magazines and have been cutting out the necessary vocabulary. And I realise before the trip to Sydney in a couple of weeks, I may have to clear the magazine shelves at home to make room for four. Robbie's father has been storing a heap of magazines from the nineties for me. In fact, picking up half of them 18 months ago lead to the creation of Chickollage and the beginning of the collage poetry obsession. I guess he still has them....anyway, I'm prepared to pick them up and bring them home.</div>
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<br /><div>Jennifer Gordon on the other hand is making inspired photo collages with gorgeous flowers and colour designs. I have added <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chickollage/2792042">a new section</a> to the store purely for greeting cards because these collages will make stunning cards. You can now buy cards singularly, in packs of 10 or packs of 20 and Cafepress have also added notecards. Check out this new range - Jen has an amazing eye to putting these designs together.</div>
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<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089842840963914882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFDW-tZVZB2c6dR8dxHu1V0rYu85WcOVPBMptqBlPEIXIgJex4eq7ytf0JApiI6ivuHKrDyeKtGmZGt33-18dANcJhuq0PHuJe7yoNbGU4cQJhk1i6Zip9sD0J_yuX5No-KdtFA/s320/frangipani+card.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-79399021297160448692007-05-10T20:55:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:04.065+11:00#1 of 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge<span style="font-size:130%;">Okay, I decided to start afresh. See if I really can go 365 days straight with collage poetry. My head is back in my novel in progress, Diary of the Future. I attended a writing workshop on the weekend and received very encouraging feedback. I have a deadline in a month's time for a contest, so my mind is now with Nicky and her best friend Mel, boyfriend who needs to be renamed, and his ex- Sonya Scrag.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nicky is a collage poet. She carries bags of words to school with her and makes collage poems at lunch time. I want to include some collage poetry in the novel. This may be one of them:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BfvBAcHYGWfAkK4ehw6JK_ofupRO9MSB9gzBgIVK3ee3PaZL4MAYXYU6eLH_zfEaGHKzbTozK_ln5jldoDRtG5fvYFuuktib8woaRhXAI4X4XakcCCiiPrWzHfvZ3QZtUiD1Tg/s1600-h/teenage+public+spat.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062884842116075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BfvBAcHYGWfAkK4ehw6JK_ofupRO9MSB9gzBgIVK3ee3PaZL4MAYXYU6eLH_zfEaGHKzbTozK_ln5jldoDRtG5fvYFuuktib8woaRhXAI4X4XakcCCiiPrWzHfvZ3QZtUiD1Tg/s400/teenage+public+spat.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Teenage public spat</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">clueless girls dishing it out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">performing for public attention</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dirty tricks claws are out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gossiping, snooping, gloating</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">much of it jealous dead air</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a shortage of class</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">fashion competition</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">got nothin' to wear</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">damned silly ostracism</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-63100404594339997462007-05-07T18:59:00.000+10:002007-05-07T19:03:05.166+10:00What do I do?<span style="font-size:130%;">So now I've had a break in the proceedings with the last collage poem on 1st May - what do I do?<br /><br />Do I start the 365 Days again from today? (yes, I have a poem to post!)<br /><br /><br />Or do I try to catch up for the missing days?<br /><br />Comments and suggestions would be appreciated.</span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-55908629938140789152007-05-04T21:40:00.000+10:002007-05-04T21:44:30.487+10:00Whoops: no poemsWhoops, I hit May 1 and then completely fizzled out. I could say I have collage block but that would not be true (anyway would that require collagic therapy?). I'm exhausted. It's taking all my energy to push the words around a page and to think a coherent thought. Work has been really full on, and today I had the 2 hour commute there and back to help out my father with his accounts, and then grocery shopping - ugh! Don't you just hate real life?<br /><br />Need an early night now (if you can call 9.45 pm early) because Saturday and Sunday I'm doing a writing workshop on the 10 commandments of writing. I will catch up. Looks like it's turning into an average of a collage poem a day.<br /><br />Back on Sunday evening.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-52867545319761385812007-05-01T22:31:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:04.256+11:00Pieces of you: #31 of the 365 day collage poetry challenge<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm in a dark mood today, dark stuff is appearing on the page but before you rush me off to the therapist, I only connect with murder on paper. My sympathy in the following poem is with the victim, and the people she left behind. In fact, I have no idea of who the perpetrator is -- that's probably why I don't write crime novels.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br><br><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">But I have a point to make. The kneejerk reaction of arresting students after handing in essays on violence is crazy. In the first play I wrote when I was 14, I killed off all but two characters (and they were robots) because I didn't know how else to end it. Hey, it worked for Shakespeare! In a later adult version, the two robots became a sexy android and she allowed one of the characters to live to be become her partner.</span></div><br><br><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Teenagers write black brooding soul-tormented angst-ridden prose and poetry. It does not mean that they are going to act on these feelings or their creative urges. So guys, do some research before throwing them in the lock-up! One of them might be a budding Stephen King.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br><br><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">So I think my mood is because I passed a milestone today. 7 years in the one job - who would've thought it?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcqaNaLaPCVjeXR75oGothqWh_Oxy6eBs2n6DpC7AX0vboVioqJ1VcO3nqoFcuD4FL6Tv6LL3PnfFplZx76uc1kaHQ3efqan5Tx79tmMPmimFAnSsTRBuXSkaFO0B2BkzKgG_4g/s1600-h/Pieces+of+you.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059569393651535986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcqaNaLaPCVjeXR75oGothqWh_Oxy6eBs2n6DpC7AX0vboVioqJ1VcO3nqoFcuD4FL6Tv6LL3PnfFplZx76uc1kaHQ3efqan5Tx79tmMPmimFAnSsTRBuXSkaFO0B2BkzKgG_4g/s400/Pieces+of+you.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">bloody female body becomes</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">today's news</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pieces of</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">you on the street</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><p></p><p></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">difficult to recognise you</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">with your</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">demon makeover</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">shattered fragile beauty</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">brutally murdered</span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">terror and the city</span><br><br></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">girl we've lost you</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-37400623803785204312007-04-30T19:17:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:04.492+11:00Unveiling Torment: #30 of the 365 Day Collage poetry challenge<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I've made it to the end of the first month of 365 days of collage poetry. 30 days, 30 poems, some better than others. My favourites so far have been <a href="http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-day-collage-poetry-challenge-day-11.html">I said No</a> and <a href="http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-day-collage-poetry-challenge-day-17.html">Myth of Fear</a>. I quite like today's poem too, most of it composed on my desk at work.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilq6soxXjHzwcxoui2_A2DmKj_Kbp2CRzL4eLozIqYLHco3YSfVd89mnfK9ABIwqbBX-agzMWQa0h4gqRev5G_eonAUftZd8aXs_DgfiRII_8hnYplOrAAglgSIQnMRwGiQSqSaA/s1600-h/unveiling+torment.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059148203388686434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilq6soxXjHzwcxoui2_A2DmKj_Kbp2CRzL4eLozIqYLHco3YSfVd89mnfK9ABIwqbBX-agzMWQa0h4gqRev5G_eonAUftZd8aXs_DgfiRII_8hnYplOrAAglgSIQnMRwGiQSqSaA/s400/unveiling+torment.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Unveiling Torment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">will never end</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This dark world</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">of his own imagination</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">has taken on a life of its own.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Threatening</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">subversive</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">undiminished</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">desire</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The enemy within</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">all the time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">slowly revving up...<br /></span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-32139986852672877242007-04-29T22:38:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:04.661+11:00Love Hell: Day 29 of the 365 day Collage Poetry Challenge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aSkdM07qxd9gSyrqtqjzvfeR6OzfFM29vKJhQwH7aRquHLHgTnBCGQ4vDXtnsxDm044roUsxPhyphenhyphenutUkq9v9TcKVEsiefPZzkpWJMla4wwhRgCIJIgNS64JOOOFhaBN5KYit_BA/s1600-h/love+hell.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058829284887089234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aSkdM07qxd9gSyrqtqjzvfeR6OzfFM29vKJhQwH7aRquHLHgTnBCGQ4vDXtnsxDm044roUsxPhyphenhyphenutUkq9v9TcKVEsiefPZzkpWJMla4wwhRgCIJIgNS64JOOOFhaBN5KYit_BA/s400/love+hell.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Obsessive?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Warm up for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">secret</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">passion</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">talking</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">mythical</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">ideas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Break and enter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">love hell</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-78971266375627367112007-04-28T22:14:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:04.972+11:00Nasty Guy: DAy 28 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuUuDsim9UaWubniPX3_exQbdewTtRTo1BQvOpVQFWvfVoKGC5Uz7Jd-JoaMOBZygNi9rc6VF0ltL8SP0u4FYFroxQTTvAxac-4Z7-VVHWit9GYols0Z5hdMdfLfQK51c_TJqtQ/s1600-h/nasty+guy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058456520380502066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuUuDsim9UaWubniPX3_exQbdewTtRTo1BQvOpVQFWvfVoKGC5Uz7Jd-JoaMOBZygNi9rc6VF0ltL8SP0u4FYFroxQTTvAxac-4Z7-VVHWit9GYols0Z5hdMdfLfQK51c_TJqtQ/s400/nasty+guy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Smart.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Wild at heart</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Inconvenient</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">That's </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">THE NASTY GUY</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">challenge</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">every time</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Seeing</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">for </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">yourself</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">you</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">need to retire</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">that</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">obsession</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-71421939473178799222007-04-27T23:30:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:05.160+11:00Living Dead Sidekicks: 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge #27<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_MT54yCOil5-ubpIltK-sA-iEZQlJQCiNkX5I72wKUQD_v0IL3E5FfnXibsrsIqmAVD-6eCnglGem17C74EgnGb1de5G4o_50gZa0XUzngxrfd4e2oI4mvsTBFAttURUgOu_OA/s1600-h/living+dead.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058457559762587714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_MT54yCOil5-ubpIltK-sA-iEZQlJQCiNkX5I72wKUQD_v0IL3E5FfnXibsrsIqmAVD-6eCnglGem17C74EgnGb1de5G4o_50gZa0XUzngxrfd4e2oI4mvsTBFAttURUgOu_OA/s400/living+dead.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Off-duty</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Living dead sidekicks</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">in the driver's seat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Living it up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">impulsive</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">partying,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">cringe-making</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">screaming</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">headin' for </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">catastrophe</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yep, they're still doing it</span><br /></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-40611995975413470782007-04-26T22:39:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:05.404+11:00Get Rich Quick Scheme: Day 26 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge<span style="font-size:130%;">My drawer of words is like a lucky dip. I draw out a few and a theme starts revealing itself within the first few phrases. And every day is different. Today I take a shot at all those get-rich-quick schemes in cyberspace, in the real world, those prosperity seminars that will share all their secrets with you, and the emails relegated to your spam folder. Over and over, we are bombarded with the message that we can have it all. Just sign up here...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S Jen, thanks for the black paper!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8t11kHqZFRR8y4ABFf3w1MX1v3xvpn3e2vHCojjE9PqNSa8PN9BD6Hfq6aQwm6-OXoCNfctDnb4k9YYf6eqTtUw-dAAZ8AYmLk9u3vKNue2TiHelWguESng729g6v3dUHdESVQ/s1600-h/get+rich+quick.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057716969961803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8t11kHqZFRR8y4ABFf3w1MX1v3xvpn3e2vHCojjE9PqNSa8PN9BD6Hfq6aQwm6-OXoCNfctDnb4k9YYf6eqTtUw-dAAZ8AYmLk9u3vKNue2TiHelWguESng729g6v3dUHdESVQ/s400/get+rich+quick.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"> </div><<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">WELCOME</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">to your 100% reality-based</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">GET-RICH-QUICK</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">SCHEME</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">An exclusive invitation</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">just for you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and all your friends</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't wait</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">take a look </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">we dare you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">register your preference</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">get into it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">tell a friend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Forget work</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">within the first few seconds...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">End destructive patterns</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">within the first minute...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Start living</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">within 3 minutes...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ever wondered why it's a crock</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We nearly always believe old wives' tales.</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-38182254758344425742007-04-25T23:07:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:05.575+11:00Catch-up Collage Poem: Fairytales<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYZp4NTY_mR0h-wK1rdFLDC54OEXvHnU2EXNDftKl8dQ2w-96njPwQjsiKZSe0i-iWhg0mhKzKG3xmMMT-sKMaQCnBRzTCfXZSIGsIird73tmQMmBnjbYDsMifxSH48ltZ-Yx4g/s1600-h/fairy+tales.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057353624318496786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYZp4NTY_mR0h-wK1rdFLDC54OEXvHnU2EXNDftKl8dQ2w-96njPwQjsiKZSe0i-iWhg0mhKzKG3xmMMT-sKMaQCnBRzTCfXZSIGsIird73tmQMmBnjbYDsMifxSH48ltZ-Yx4g/s400/fairy+tales.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the catch-up poem - Number 25 since I started the challenge.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Almost a what-if the CSI stumbled across a fairytale scenario?<br><br></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Welcome to the fictional world</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing to See Here</span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A Princess</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">wicked stempmother</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">fairy queen</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">the villain</span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Shoes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mirror </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Apple</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">poisoned chalice</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">supernatural</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">character analysis -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">murder investigation</span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It could only happen in fairytales</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-27029411218707014682007-04-25T15:51:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:05.709+11:00Collage Poetry Recipe: 365 Day collage poetry challenge<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWpbpnXn5JTRgKFzDTZsJhJAdDba50rm0LZ_jBiFOs23nuMvrAUDFfeNchxQmSfjoMG3ZdWAR6s5xsuLzXe7Q9sFD77QOA10WZ5cWzrREc0nnydXf2UChjC84s8bktKJvHnD0Hw/s1600-h/collage+recipe.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057239919354302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWpbpnXn5JTRgKFzDTZsJhJAdDba50rm0LZ_jBiFOs23nuMvrAUDFfeNchxQmSfjoMG3ZdWAR6s5xsuLzXe7Q9sFD77QOA10WZ5cWzrREc0nnydXf2UChjC84s8bktKJvHnD0Hw/s400/collage+recipe.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The original collage poem recipe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cut-out ingredients</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">misplaced words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">leftovers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">recycled language</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A dash of truth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A pinch of fantasy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">stir up build it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Add something unexpected</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Words hit their mark</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">no matter what happens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">the language is sumptious</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">individual</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">infused with</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">creative nourishment </span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">someone asked me how i do my collage the other day, so it got me thinking about my technique (if that's what you call it.) Sometimes I'll have a couple going at once. I'd like to have a dedicated surface so I could leave collages in progress out. However my cat believes that any flat surface is available to him and he makes the most of it. As it is, he has been sitting on a bunch of words today after I finished this poem.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, by thinkng about how the collage happens, I came up with 'the collage recipe.'</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a day behind with the collage at this point. Ironically, i had the day off work yesterday, and I didn't do a collage. I was having caffeine-withdrawal headaches, threatening to become a migraine and I ended up going to bed early.</span></p><p>I wonder if there's such a thing as collage block because that's probably what I'm going through right now. I will catch up.</p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-66090093048070579752007-04-24T18:34:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:06.012+11:00New card designs at Chickollage<span style="font-size:130%;">While spending a lot of time concentrating on creating a collage poem every day, I 've neglected to mention that Jennifer has also been hard at work creating some beautiful floral photography collages.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyt5OPSidkfuj81yg7XujVx03HxY7739aZScnzTWXB9iCS_CETzwoLhKA5kqutlK3mmwnf8cZ8HG_StA2nO2JeN6q7tbLVKMiF49QI-w4zy6beYaVCySavmvCitzgNkKoPEez-vw/s1600-h/hibiscus+card.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056941168437106018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyt5OPSidkfuj81yg7XujVx03HxY7739aZScnzTWXB9iCS_CETzwoLhKA5kqutlK3mmwnf8cZ8HG_StA2nO2JeN6q7tbLVKMiF49QI-w4zy6beYaVCySavmvCitzgNkKoPEez-vw/s320/hibiscus+card.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">These gorgeous collages are now uploaded to the Chickollage shop and I've created a special greeting card section - a </span><a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chickollage/2792042"><span style="font-size:130%;">one-stop shop</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> for people looking for greeting cards for all occasions.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIMZ9zuyMSY1fFNNNv2clHSxdtBEcOjzd19AElDdkCkW_JsuNPDp6Tbv7XwXf6forA-nYB5HywbkZ2srn4JGwHKW6LnWXmcQasTIW_qagqUOl5qJITIqXtRCe1VCVllCKZqTt3Q/s1600-h/frangipani+card.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056915162410128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIMZ9zuyMSY1fFNNNv2clHSxdtBEcOjzd19AElDdkCkW_JsuNPDp6Tbv7XwXf6forA-nYB5HywbkZ2srn4JGwHKW6LnWXmcQasTIW_qagqUOl5qJITIqXtRCe1VCVllCKZqTt3Q/s320/frangipani+card.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The cards include the floral designs, photo designs, collage and text. </span><a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chickollage/2792042"><span style="font-size:130%;">Step in and have a browse.<br /><br /></span></a><div></div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-23889899446731271472007-04-23T23:15:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:06.136+11:00Human Prologue - #23 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCdjxZP1yFhFZuKK1NJNChMIqQ7Ce4kaqzkqZoskp9XYujeYYMJ9lrNi1bgQkeK808bRXFZFXoGtyApDFNiayMyOd2XjKuvGaD0vVelu9YgjfF0FbxEcwk8mlmCYc01vesEKlw/s1600-h/Human+prologue.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056614922721301826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsCdjxZP1yFhFZuKK1NJNChMIqQ7Ce4kaqzkqZoskp9XYujeYYMJ9lrNi1bgQkeK808bRXFZFXoGtyApDFNiayMyOd2XjKuvGaD0vVelu9YgjfF0FbxEcwk8mlmCYc01vesEKlw/s400/Human+prologue.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Introducing the authentic</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">human</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">prologue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ancient & modern</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">myths</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">unfold</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">survival </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">against all the odds.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Woman</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">worshipped in art through the ages</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">shackled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">changed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">rekindled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">revolution at last!</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28980536.post-10844175121672137492007-04-22T22:41:00.000+10:002008-12-10T20:44:06.315+11:00Eavesdropping- #22 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry ChallengeI'm up to Day 22 of the challenge to create a new collage poem every day, and after another trip to Bookfest yesterday where I could fill a green shopping bag with $10 full of books and magazines, I now have plenty of source material.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1mfA20-WiBpyclJA1qaTnMjeJhyphenhyphenQYh_mBZ7A_K0p9Esyn9byyH5xVW2Lpg0hp-EtHrRCZJ4IqlCzr_11GYDagPm7IahJSKIw6RIS8M_bX9VKyKuCj3XoWtXvn0N4hF4PFEkGlw/s1600-h/Eavesdropping.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056232662042023218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1mfA20-WiBpyclJA1qaTnMjeJhyphenhyphenQYh_mBZ7A_K0p9Esyn9byyH5xVW2Lpg0hp-EtHrRCZJ4IqlCzr_11GYDagPm7IahJSKIw6RIS8M_bX9VKyKuCj3XoWtXvn0N4hF4PFEkGlw/s400/Eavesdropping.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2007 Diane Curran</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eavesdropping</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">on the</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">moon and stars</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We've had to wait for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">noises from space</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Caterwauling</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">we want you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and your body</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Are you ready?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tomorrow's world</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">won't</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">hurt</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a bit.</span></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13787290349219206985noreply@blogger.com0