I've submitted a work, I guess, to the Brooklyn Live Project:
1. I did NOT design the Celtic Cross
- it was designed by Lux Zhukovsky
- my contribution was to recolour it and place it over the grave
2. I did make the grave covering
3. I did use a script taken from "Scripting Your World", Haigh, Thome & Moore, ISBN 9780470339831 for giving the poem
4. I wrote the poem it gives out to you
- gain the poem by going very close or stepping over the grave
- be careful to keep it as it will only give one to you until its "memory" ticks over
The artistry here is the poem, of course, and the setting. This is a replica of the same grave I have on my land. You may ask, why do you have a grave on your land, and one dedicated with such a depressing poem? Why does the person on your land lie so far from home, yet have so much glory?
For those not able to view the poem, here are the four crux line of the poem:
...
Fame and glory gave they me...
But I shall never hear it.
Fame and glory gave they me...
But I shall never see it.
Fame and glory gave they me...
But I shall never taste it.
Fame and glory gave they me...
But I shall never see thee.
...
I'd give the world that these words be heard; but he shall never hear them.
JW
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