Poetic stich

Poetic stich

So i have been thinking about poetry and the idea of a thread becoming part of that poem or a story, a continuas line, stich or knit.
I have looked in to artiest/poets who i find inspireing who mix art with poetry, painting with text, illustration with words but in a modern sense for their time.

Laura Dockrill and William Morris are the two most inspireing for me, the play on words but within a creative way that fusees art/design/craft as one with poetry.

I have found this rather intresting cross stiched embroiderd text messeges, which tells a story, i think it is fab.

It's creating a pemerment way of saving all thoes intresting messeges from loved ones and friends.

I found this on http://www.gingeranyhow.com/ it is a whole serries of differnt text messeges all embroiderd as a cross stich which in the end creates a lovely storie so it is really worth the while to look up and read through.

William Blacke

William Blake

"Blake was one of the finest craftsmen of his time, an artist for whom art and poetry were inextricably linked"

(Taken from the back cover of the book "songs of innocents and of experience")

After reading the Laura Dockrill's book mistakes in the back round it got me thinking about other poets and writers who I grew up liking.
William Blake was one of them. I have a book "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" an illustrated book with commentary by Geoffrey Keynes. The book contains some of Blake's finest and best loved poems.
I would like to just show some examples of examples of his work that I have come to love.




Blake was an independent and rebellious thinker, he abhorred pretension and falsity in others. Songs of Innocence are a product of his innocent imagination untainted by worldliness, while the songs of experience resulted from his feelings of indignation and pity for the suffering of mankind.
These poems and songs are satisfied the high expectations of his poetic and artistic aspirations.

Songs of innocence 1789

The Blossom

Merry Merry sparrow
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Blossom

Pretty pretty Robin
Under leaves so green
A Happy Blossom
Hears you sobbing sobbing
Pretty pretty robin
Near my Bosom.



Songs of Experience 1794

The Cloud and The Pebble

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself heth any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hells despair

So sing little cloud of clay,
Trodden with the castles feet;
but a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.

Love seeketh only self to please,
To blind another to its delight:
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heavens despite.