Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
If ever there was an idea after my own heart, it is this one. Knitting a poem! Can you imagine anything more perfect?
In 2009 The Poetry Society, located in London, decided to mark its centenary with “a fun, grand-scale project in which many people could participate, that was about ‘poetry’ but also summoned up the idea of ‘society’, to reflect all the thousands of people who’ve kept the Society going since 1909. "
More than 1,000 knitters and crocheters contributed 12" squares, each with an individual letter, not knowing until the end which poem had been chosen. The result is breathtaking in size, measuring 28' x 43'. You can learn more about the project here.
So which poem do the letters spell out? I told you this project was one after my own heart.
Of all poems, they chose one of my favorties:
In My Craft or Sullen Art
by Dylan Thomas
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.
Reading it is wonderful enough, but wouldn't you like to hear the poet himself read it aloud?
I can't think of a better way to celebrate Day 8 of National Poetry Month, now in its 20th year.