Archive for the ‘fabric’ Category

I announce that I am there.  I make a few adjustments; sweep the unsightly into the shadows, move unlikely objects from view.  I even alter the mother of all symbols to coincide with the one I saw as a child.  I claim no feeling for it, only for the droop of its swag. 

I brush the plaque from my teeth and comb the lint from my hair.  I hold a glass of water in my hand as I head in.

The animal makes its presence known, bellows as I walk by.

And the uncertain maw — it seems to contract.  I crawl into its womb with hopes for a peaceful sleep and an eventual return to consciousness. 




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fastenings of a laborer

This woman is fierce in her sartorial ingenuity.  

Likely a rural laborer, her face covering — kept in place with an overlapping system of bands and kerchiefs — might function as protection from dust. Indeed, of the Iraq pictures I’ve seen lately, a great many women show a sort of Wahabist turn in covering everything but their eyes.  Something quite different from years past. 

In any event, I delight in a combination of tailored pleats at the shoulders, with a safety pin implemented for cooperation of lapels and collar.  I am in love with this woman.



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More or less, the original caption: 

 An Iraqi woman waits while US soldiers search her house 20 kilometers south of Baghdad, Iraq, Friday, Nov.30, 2007. (AP Photos/Petr David Josek) 


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