Morph

MORPH from themonkeytalkspress Don’t talk of content when I want technique or treat my words as if I’m not allowed to string them along the line, or make a break; what I want to say, I know; I might need help with how. It’s craft I crave, not criticism. I wish to make a table and four chairs at least honestly, aspire to Ernest Gimson, and, if my art is good, from solid native wood. Examine the precision of my joints show how to make them clean and tighter I am not here for scoring points but to marry grain with grain using a smoothing plane or a sharp chisel and a well oiled maul. You see, the timber’s mine, from my green woods where some are stunted, others tall; it’s here I chose my balks, strip off their pungent barks. Let’s make a unity of craft and art, dear grafters, help to a common purpose, engineer the precision part, build our Great House for the common muse.