Wool War One at Le Grand Palais

I feel everything that is to say, has already been said about this giant art knitting project by delit maille.
I was happy to finally see them lined up, all 780 soldiers, in Le Grand Palais.








To read more about the project,  it’s over here :




A big ‘THANK YOU’ to Anna to make this happen. And to state the waste of war. It is still, and forever, actuality.

Remember,  remember,  remember…

‘My Boy Jack’

“Have you news of my boy Jack? “
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind—
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide.

Rudyard Kipling
(Poem from Rudyard Kipling society)

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