Checkfleck
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Checkfleck
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Jiffy
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Jiffy
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

The Frog Prince
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

The Frog Prince
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

All in jest
Digital print and photo- weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

All in jest
Digital print and photo- weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Bluey
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Bluey
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Future writer and the bakery fire

As to a visual report
The flour exploded into a curse word
The bakery would burn to the ground
And the horses was what saw the lot
And now the future writer
Strange turning of events
I released the noble steeds
Hairy manes stranded
and skin beaded with sweat
Eyes burning brighter
than the fire
Itself
I knew the heat from the flames
Would burn white hot letters into that
Future time
The city building as it had
A stalagmite of stale crime
Boring tedious manual labour
Fastidious gesturing at money
and wealth
Prostitution of various kinds
Art and thievery
Love and filth
Child’s play and sleight of hand
The poet writing of this time
Can only briefly glimpse this world
Through the confusion of the horses’ gaze
A strange otherworldly artistic connectivity
Can only guess at the rhythm of my tone
And speech talking as I might out loud
To myself or as if this was the case
It is a strange collector of detritus
That records and of course keeps
The devastation of a bakery and flour mill
Coming at them in all likely hood
From a paper clipping
But nay these types and I have seen
Them of this time too
Happen upon these events as if
Released as a humour from their bones
Years after the event
And with no direct knowledge
And keeps them of second sight
And it may only be the memory
Of a reciprocated glimpse
Of that heightened moment when
Finally it came time and it was quickly
Upon me to release the animals
And glimpsing as I did the terror
In their usually big clever eyes
And knowing that surer than not
They would receive new homes
And I with no insurance and nothing
Saved aside would know a new life
Of absurdity seen from the eyes of
One apt and skilled and with enough
Experience to make bread for a hundred
So as to have enough to live myself
But with now no means and
none to even have by way of being given some
Would ache for the stuff and grow weak most like
And all because of that misfortune
Of the fire
And I would know too the expansive generosity of imagination

Tilt square
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Tilt square
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Stop off

Digital photography (c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Crossroads 
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Crossroads
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Guiding stars
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Guiding stars
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Tingle
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Tingle
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Fascination 2
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Fascination 2
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Fascination
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Fascination
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Dark matter
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Dark matter
Digital print and photo-weaving
(c) Sam Blanch, 2014.

Precious

Digital photography (c) Sam Blanch, 2014.