Completed January 2020 as part of the Type + Image Graphic Design course with RISD:CE.
Brief: Using a poem as inspiration and as source material, design a set of postcards, along with a “container”.
I chose the poem “Scheherazade” by Richard Siken, from his 2005 collection Crush.
My intention was to create an experience which replicated the choices and the danger faced by the original Scheherazade, who wove stories to be left on an unresolved note each night to charm the king who had taken her as his wife to avoid being beheaded, with the pervasive sense of loss and grief which suffuses Siken’s poem.
My first step was to read the poem aloud several times making notes of where I added emphasis and where I would slow or stop to breathe. (EX: “How it was late [break] and no one could sleep [break]”)
I also took notes about how I described the original framing story of 1,001 Nights (“She spins them out” and “weaving a narrative”) to get inspiration for the materials I would use to construct my “container”.
I ultimately chose to lay out the poem across a series of “postcards” repeating the opening “Tell me…” as part of its own echo of the King’s injunction for Scheherazade to tell or continue telling her story(/stories).
The poem was type set in Garamond in the dimensions of an 8vo, to harken back to the type used in the first English translation of 1,001 Nights, published in London in the 18th c.
The final product was to be presented to the audience/user along with a knife.
What the poem and the King both fear is that something beautiful will be taken away from them. That if they can control the pace and the timing of the story, of their lives, then they can avoid being hurt by loss or change.
The only way to share any of these postcards with another person—the only way to send them through the mail—is by performing the butchery promised to Scheherazade; the person who wishes to send this card to another must slice the page out of the book to do so.
At one and the same time, the beautiful book-container becomes defaced, but also the individual card is unable to convey the full meaning of the poem, in its disarticulated state. Nothing can ever remain whole and unbroken and perfect. We must always make a choice.