The Poetry Society have invented a new genre and they're calling it Kniterature and I love it. It's been a great project to be involved in and my thanks to The Poetry Society for organising it.
The centenary Knit-a-Poem was unveiled at the British Library last week and I've borrowed these pictures from the Facebook site, which I hope is allowed.
Though I haven't seen a big picture of the whole thing, I feel sure that could be my 'O' in that 'NO' because between you and me it was a bit snug on the tension side and I can see that 'O' is also looking a bit that way inclined.
We were all asked to stitch a label on the back with our name and favourite poem and in the end I plumped for The Thought Fox by Ted Hughes, because that was my favourite that week, this week it might be something else entirely.
It all sets you wondering what we could knit up next.
But what of the poem?
It was all a well kept secret until the very end...well news didn't reach Devon that's for sure, but here's what we knitted and please do stop and say hello to what might be my 'O'.
In My Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay nO praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
Dylan Thomas
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