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Pattern, Poetry, and ‘Polemics’
What do Pattern, Poetry, and Polemics have in common? The Arts and Crafts Movement’s poet, novelist, publisher, translator, architect, designer, craftsman, retailer, environmentalist, and social activist William Morris! I was delighted to be able to visit the William Morris Gallery, in Walthamstow, which tells the story of William Morris and his multiple achievements: the elaborate, detailed, inspirational designs and their manufacture/production/application; the poetry and prose; the perfectly hand-crafted books; the politics, speeches and support for the Victorian poor… Morris applied himself with awe-inspiring energy and dedication to an astonishing array of disciplines.
There’s an organic unity in his work, each piece containing seeds from whatever he’d been working on, in whatever field. Despite this connectivity and continuation in his work, Morris has often been strongly and unfortunately linked with mere wallpaper design. I found this contradiction interesting in itself, as if the critics and the viewers, the consumers of his work, could not cope with someone different to themselves, someone excelling in many fields, rather than just one, if at that. It is not the only contradiction. The critical assessment of his work rests on this ground of contradictory perception, for example, when it is pointed out that Morris decorated the houses of the rich while campaigning for the rights of the poor.
Yet, Morris himself was aware of the connections between disciplines and the depth achieved when we become conscious of them. Lecturing on design, in 1881, he claimed,
‘any decoration is futile … when it does not remind you of something beyond itself’.
Beyond Morris’ decorations, patterns, and wallpapers lie references to the medieval world, history and myth, nature and society, beauty, and above all the assertion that we are all made of the same stuff. Although referring back to a pre-industrial age, his is a utopian vision of humans fulfilling their creativity, and themselves, in self-determined, non-alienated work, within an egalitarian society that supports them in this endeavour. In those terms, in addition to his role in the Arts and Crafts movement, he comes across as a social thinker and moral visionary working towards a better world.
tenements
the heart of a soft
berry
Here is a link to the amazing William Morris Gallery collection
The wikipedia link here
‘neo-classical’
Kettle’s Yard, The House
Between 1958 and 1973 Kettle’s Yard was the place Jim and Helen Ede called home. In 1966, while still living there, they gave it to Cambridge University. It is now a living museum and gallery, showing the Edes’ collection as arranged by them. Artworks alongside furniture, glass, ceramics and natural objects such as pebbles and wood, with the aim of creating a harmonious whole. Jim Ede’s vision was of a space that should not be
an art gallery or museum, nor … simply a collection of works of art reflecting my taste or the taste of a given period. It is, rather, a continuing way of life from these last fifty years, in which stray objects, stones, glass, pictures, sculpture, in light and in space, have been used to make manifest the underlying stability.
Today each afternoon (apart from Mondays) visitors can ring the bell and ask to look around (there is no entry fee). The house is said to be a work of art in itself. Warm, generous, and well-informed guides are available to help visitors ’see’ and understand the spirit and history of the house.
Christopher Wood, Flowers, 1930
A wonderful slideshow with Wood’s paintings can be found here
More paintings: Kettle’s Yard
across the years
the quiet breathing
of anemones
.
(And yes, in case you are wondering, I did visit again)!
‘after the rain’
‘machine song’
machine song
the plug-in maker’s
baritone voice
.
#scifaiku #sciencepoetry
‘day moon’
regardless
of sunrise or sunset
day moon
.
Prompt: seize the poem: day moon
‘alien earth’
‘marmelada’
marmelada
my tongue savours
the word
.
Prompt: marmalade
‘prime meridian’
prime meridian
the appeal of parallel
lives
.
Prompt: mirror
‘how light’
‘not alone’
‘keel-laying’
keel-laying
the Douglas fir’s
lemony scent
.
Prompt: bare branch/log… beam… keel
‘speed of light’
‘cold days’
cold days
the snowy egret’s feather
in her hat
.
Seize the poem prompt: cold days
‘icy stare’
icy stare
light bends
the wrong way
.
seize the poem prompt: pond reflections
‘lighthouse’
lighthouse
one cold wave
after another
.
Prompt: liquid
Per Diem: Daily Haiku for December 2014
Great news! The Haiku Foundation’s Per Diem: Daily Haiku feature for December 2014 is on the theme of “Light and Dark,” and the shades in between. I had the pleasure of assembling this collection, drawing on haiku across the range from dark to light.
A seasonal topic. By way of an introduction, I quote from The Haiku Foundation blog post:
“Winter is the par excellence season where this duality comes to a head. For some, the long nights come with festivals of light, religious or secular holidays. For others, winter is a season of slowing down, of depression, loneliness, low spirits, spirits… For some poets, light is the source of inspiration; for others, darkness, against light, the essential element spicing their writing. Either way, wherever poets are, whatever their experience, tradition, or culture, poetry of light flows from their pen.This month’s Per Diem draws on haiku exploring this dichotomy of light and dark, and reflects on our dependence on and appreciation of this duality.“
I am really grateful to the poets who kindly gave permission to include their work in this project.
Do you have a poem on this theme? Please share it in the comment box here
And don’t forget to check out the Per Diem: Daily Haiku here
‘head in the clouds?’
head in the clouds?
still waiting for the voice
from heaven
.

Prompt: kickbacks
Photo: 29 November 2014 in Augsburg. First Advent, the Engelspiel, at the marketplace.
There is a video of this event (Engelspiel) from previous years here
Also a description of the Christmas market, or Christkindlesmarkt, as it is called, here
‘winter stew’
winter stew…
releasing the gist
of the story
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: kitchen
‘self-healing’
‘birds’
.
birds in and out of sunday noon rain
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: knack
‘sunset years’
sunset years
the effort of sitting up
straight
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: King (?)
‘endless’
‘wild stream’ “Kusamakura” 2014
wild stream
my thoughts
etc.
19th International “Kusamakura” Haiku Competition, Third Prize, Foreign Language Category, November 2014
Surprise in the post! A letter all the way from Kumamoto, Japan, with the good news: My haiku was awarded Third Prize in the 19th International ”Kusamakura” Haiku Competition, 2014. A nice letter and a certificate to show off.
This is what the organisers say about the contest: “This contest strives to celebrate the novelist and haiku poet Soseki, as well as to bring awareness of “Kumamoto and its Haiku” to the national level and further develop Kumamoto’s haiku culture.” It certainly does so, and on an international level too.
Prizes will be awarded at the Kumamoto City Municipal Gymnasium and Youth Center on November 22, 2014. Warmest congratulations to the Grand Prize and all other winners. I wish I could be there!
There is a list of winning haiku from earlier years here (scroll down).
And now back to my wild stream (of consciousness etc.)
‘winter wind’ on Per Diem: Daily Haiku!
Delighted to see my poem “winter wind” featured in today’s (5th November 2014) THF Per Diem: Daily Haiku.
In case you missed it, after all it is only displayed for a day, here it is:
winter wind
feathers and fishbones shift
inside the eyrie
This poem was a runner-up in the Snapshot Press Haiku Calendar Competition 2012 and first appeared in The Haiku Calendar 2013 (Snapshot Press, 2012).
A big thank you to the month’s editor, Sonam Chhoki, for including it in her collection “Writing the Difficult Thing.” Sonam Chhoki’s collection runs all through November, with lots of poems about difficult things to write… Each day, a new poem here. Enjoy!
‘journey’s end’
‘new mother —’
new mother —
unwrapping a gift without
instructions
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: jargon
‘broken mirror…’
broken mirror…
autumn gusts ripple
the lake
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: jinxed
‘forget-me-nots’
forget-me-nots
the well-thumbed corners
of my diary
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: journal









