patchwork poem project, 2013 bristol poetry institute, fundraising for the alzheimer’s society
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Patchwork Poem Project, 2013
Bristol Poetry Institute, fundraising for the
Alzheimer’s Society
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The poem itself – a collection of words with rhythms and meanings and metaphors – will emerge in the form of a patchwork of words put together and collectively re-arranged into something resembling a poetry.
Responding to the connection between production and poetry – poiēsis –this project is about making poetry.
The aim is to make a poem a tangible object.
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Textile asks for a different way of reading, a different way of writing, a different way of making meaning
Image by Dominique Browning, slowlovelife.com
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My purpose is to tell of bodies which have been transformed into shapes of a different kind. You heavenly powers, since you were responsible for those changes, as for all else, look favourably upon my attempts, and spin an unbroken thread of verse, from the earliest beginnings of the world, down to my own times ... Ovid, Metamorphoses 1.1-5, translated by Mary Innes
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Quaker Tumbling Block Star Quilt, created by Dr. Sarah Taylor Middleton Rogers, New Jersey (1852) from the American Museum, Bath
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I said to Poetry: “I’m finishedwith you.’Having to almost diebefore some weird lightcomes creeping through is no fun.‘No thank you, Creation,no muse need apply.I’m out for good times –at the very least,some painless convention.
Poetry laid backand played dead.until this morning ...
Alice Walker, from I Said To Poetry
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adire eleko, Nigeria, c1970s (women’s wrap dress), from the Textile Museum of Canada, (ID T94.2139)
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it is simple
do not strive topaintdo not strive toritedo not strive forpostiondo not strive forrewardsdo not strivefor powerdo not strivefor loveun-do paintingun-do ritingun-do life
Billy Childish, from the 1st green horse god has ever made poems 1996-2004
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Rugged up for winter snowyou have put your bodies where your hearts are ...against the gates and under the wheels of war.
...
Like you we siton the doorstep of the world’s end and will not look away.The people long to knowsomething is indestructible.It may only be you
Wendy Poussard, Greenham Woman
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From Greenham Common Peace Camp, 1981-2000 (image from radicalcrossstitch.com)
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... Joy and Woe are woven fine,A Clothing for the Soul divineUnder every grief & pineRuns a joy with silken twine...
William Blake, from Auguries of Innocence
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Newport Froliking People Sampler, created by Hannah Taylor, Rhode Island, 1774, from the American Museum, Bath
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This is really the story of asista who was very too-ge-
thain everythang but life. Yousee she was so too-ge-tha
she had nothang butstrife. Everyone thought
because she was sotoo-ge-tha she didn’t
feel pain ...
... She finallyconcluded there’s no earthly
use in bein too-ge-thaif it don’t put some
joy in yolife.
Sherely Anne Williams, The House of Desire.
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Melbourne Revolutionary Craft Circle Action, Footscray, Melbourne 2008, from radicalcrossstitch.com
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My reason which was once severed,Cut into unconscious divisions,Hidden in maladroit madness;Is now returning with a bounce.Welcoming the spring’s green treesWhich promise a new soundness of mind And a new beginning from the little I have left.
Margot Jordan, Hidden Reason
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Cynon Valley Tapestry, Aberdare c2000, from the National Needlework Archive
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Endless unfolding of words of ages! And mine a word of the modern, the word En-masse.
A word of the faith that never balks.Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself , 23.
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I'm not going to cry all the timenor shall I laugh all the time,I don't prefer one "strain" to another.I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,not just a sleeper, but also the big,overproduced first-run kind. I want to beat least as alive as the vulgar. And ifsome aficionado of my mess says "That'snot like Frank!", all to the good! Idon't wear brown and grey suits all the time,do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,often. I want my feet to be bare,I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--you can't plan on the heart, butthe better part of it, my poetry, is open.
Frank O’Hara, My Heart
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from Knitting With Nietzsche, Bristol 2013
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I handed my teacher a poem,‘This is not a poem,’ he said.‘It has no form,Your lines are unpoetic.Silence is nearer to truthThan your written thoughts are to verse.’Feeling I had betrayed my learningI laboured through the years to perfect my styleWishing for the day when my teacher Would recognise me as a poet.Now I have little conversation leftI wonder if I handed this poem to himWould my teacher clasp me to his breastOr who he send me backwards in my craftWith the proclamation:‘Silence is nearer to truthThan your written thoughts are to verse.’
Margot Jordan, Silence is Nearer to Truth
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Radical Hospitality (patchwork quilt), by Jemima Wyman (2012) from Piecing Together Core Concerns, Brisbane
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... I love you. I love you,but I’m turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist.
Words! besick as I am sick, swoon,roll back your eyes, a pool,
and I’ll stare downat my wounded beautywhich at best is only a talentfor poetry.
Cannot please, cannot charm or winwhat a poet!and the clear water is thick
with bloody blows on its head.I embrace a cloud,but when I soaredit rained....
Frank O’Hara ,from Mayakovsky
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Sheila Pepe, Bus Lines, 2006 World Financial Plaza, New York
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Three Women, dressed in white, wreathes around their heads. Three women, sitting spaced around a spindle.Three Women, the Fates – Daughters of Necessity –Lachesis, Clotho, and Atropos. Three Women, they sang in harmony with the Sirens.
Lachesis singing of the things that were,Clotho of the things that are,and Atropos, the things that are yet to come.
Plato, The Republic X. 617c