Tuesday 1 September 2009

Tribute to Ted Hughes

I am a massive bookworm, if i'm not drawing i'm reading, I don't want to go into how amazing books are because i really will be here all night, however i recently dusted off my copy of Ted Hughes 'New Selected Poems 1957-1994'
Now i'm not a massive poetry buff, and this book took me many weeks to finish, I find it impossible to read a poetry book all at once, you loose the true magic behind one poem by pursuing the next one without true reflection.  However Ted Hughes was fantastic just the titles of his poems have such grace and curiousity about them.  Inspired by what i read i did a series of drawings based on lines or my ideas behind his poems.

The first is from the poem 'Kafka'

And he is an owl
He is an owl, 'Man' tattooed in his armpit
Under the broken wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he fell here)
Under the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches
   across the floor.
He is a man in hopeless feathers

I have two pieces from this poem one is below the other i will put up at a later date as it is still yet to be unpacked to my new house.
Deffinately not my usual style and certainly not like the accompying image but there you go.
The following is taken from 'The Man Seeking Experience Enquires His Way of a Drop of Water'
The poem is really quite long so i'm not going to write it all out just the passge the exerts from
 
So he spoke, aloud, grandly, then stood
For an answer, knowing his own nature al
Droplet-kin, sisters and brothers of lymph and blood,
Listened for himself to speak for the drop's self.
This droplet was clear simple water still.
It no more responded than the hour-old child


 

The ends of this are cut off but it says 'Enough Sleep'
This is inspired by two seperate poems, the first being 'Memory' and the other 'Still Life'
Keeping to my true nature (laziness) i'm obviously not going to write them both out, but strongly suggest that you check them out, I will however highlight the key lines which inspired this piece
'Hands of light, hands of light
Wash the writhing darkness
taken from Memory
The old man's blood had spoken the word 'Enough.'....
Whose blood had said: 'Sleep.'
Taken from 'Still life'

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