Poetry In Motion

Your needles move me.
Secret poem, coming alive
One letter apiece. - Karen B.

Thanks to Mason-Dixon Knitting, I came across The Poetry Society's "Knit a Poem" project. According to the site, letters are being knit and crocheted by hundreds of hands, with the hope of being assembled into a still-secret poem by October 2009.

They apparently have an urgent need for F, M and U and are still recruiting participants. Kind of interesting, no?

Say What?

Saw: Today I grew a new person
Says: Today I, the new person,

Saw: Gifts of contemptuous jewelry
Says: Gifts of contemporary jewelry

Saw: Light was in the glitter guild meeting
Says: Last night was the knitters guild meeting

Saw: Plenty of time to execute the guy thoroughly.
Says: Plenty of time to evaluate the guy thoroughly.

Could it be that I have some wires crossed in the cerebral cortex or some such? I used to think that my "creative reading" was just amusing but now I wonder if it goes deeper. I swear that I'm not making this stuff up. Could some latent visual perception dysfunction be emerging? Is there a neuroscientist in the house?

Well there's no mistaking this: FREE YARN!

Yes, it's my birthday May 29th but you get the gifts. Leave me a comment from now through midnight (CT) May 30, 2008 containing your best birthday haiku (English 5/7/5 style), along with your color family and weight preference. I'll pick three names at random, then announce the winners on Saturday, May 31, 2008. Be sure to include a valid email address so that I can contact you. For now, I leave you with this:

Spring is half over.
I've knit no warm weather gear -
Just bum shoulder blues.

Words Worth

Trope. Punctum. Hoary.

All excellent words, having nothing whatsoever to do with knitting. They come to my collector's mind through the usual way: reading about one thing leads me down a completely different path. I end up wandering in the land of logorrhea.

I have loved many words in my time - from albatross to xenophobe, with a defenestration tossed in for fun. Why paws to use this hoary trope? There is no critical punctum here; simply a tasty trifle to waste a minute, expand the brain and distract the reader's attention from the fact that I've got nothing to show in the way of same socks progress.

My knitting will is gone with the (shoulder) whinge.