Saturday, March 31, 2012

In My Craft or Sullen Art, irreverently illustrated

Rich Gibbs posted an illustration to go along with Dylan Thomas' wonder poem, In My Craft or Sullen Art.  The illustration is entitled wife and is a tender and loving post.

I was, er, "inspired" to do my own illustration:

A capturedguys photo, found here.



In my craft or sullen art   
Exercised in the still night   
When only the moon rages   
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light   
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms   
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages   
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart   
From the raging moon I write   
On these spindrift pages   
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms   
But for the lovers, their arms   
Round the griefs of the ages,   
Who pay no praise or wages   
Nor heed my craft or art.

My illustration, too, is of a tender and loving memory, though in a different style.  I think Dylan Thomas would enjoy it.  See, e.g., If I were Tickled by the Rub of Love.  

I don't think Bob Dylan would.

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