I missed a crafitivism session last week so have made my piece today. The pieces made are to be presented at the hustings next week to all the candidates standing in our upcoming election to remind them of their obligations to the world.
It’s a green heart with a white daisy and a purple centre and small purple, white and green flashes as on my tattoo which represents the Holloway brooch, reminding all that they should vote!
I’ve spent a happy hour browsing through Being Alive, a fabulous poetry collection and thought you might like this one by Billy Collins. It makes me think of the way exams ask for what the poem means rather than how it makes you feel.
Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
