Mail Art Becomes Me
As part of the Colbert Nation, I’m obviously a speed skating fan. But a new nation is beginning to form, an anonymous nation filled with ephemera and ink – the Richard Canard Nation. It’s no Illusion. Canard is spreading his invitations to citizenship throughout the world-wide real, not the world wide web.
IUOMA citizens rejoice. Mr. Canard accepts all nationalities to his nation.
Seriously folks, those who live in the Ass End of Some Great Dismal Swamp truly appreciate the pitter patter of little mailmen feet on the front porch. And Mail MAN (eg MEN) is appropriate here on account of the Mail Woman, Maggie, delivers to the neighborhood just north of here. We have the Men of the Historic District depositing Mr. Canard’s canards into our boxes. Mail Art generates much joy when it is in the hands of our mail MEN. The POstCarD ARt delivers a message to those who carry it as well as those who receive it.
Thanks to Mr. Canard AND of course to my dear Katerina Nikoltsou in Greece, and to all the other ships at sea, for my cards and letters. I feel as if the outside world is listening and … shhhhhhhh …. I hear the cries of stamps, the Forever Stamps, in my desk drawer, beseeching me to MAIL MAIL MAIL.
