Walter Savage Landor


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“Warm your hands with the invisible fire of hope!!!” Anonymous New York scribe on New York’s Mott Street in Chinatown

I friend reminded me of the humourous epitaph written by Walter Savage Landor on the weekend:

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.

Nature I loved, and, next to nature, Art;

I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life;

It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Strove is the past tense of to strive which means “to make great efforts to achieve or obtain something”. 

Hard work and the ability to persevere are their own reward quite often. After completing the first phase of the 10 City Bridge Run, having run an impossible journey around the world. I can say that I strove.

The Design Forum which mark the next phase in this epic quest are an opportunity for us to strive together.

Landor was most likely being idiosyncratically facetious with his short poem, and without getting lost in borrowing from the meaning of the poem, I can say that I want to strive with all of you, as the issue we are contending for is well worth our strife: improving the delivery of child survival.

Last week, I stumbled across a graffiti scrawled outside one of the many Chinese markets on Mott Street in New York. I don’t know if the author intentionally departed from Landor, but I think his inspiration is one we can share in together moving forward. You can see it at the photo on this page, and it reads:

Warm your hands with the invisible fire of hope!!!

So, please join me. Let us strive together, so that we can look back and say that we strove for something worth our strife.