Shirt Tales



Linen on the line is pegged. These trousers have stood under speedy equatorial sunsets. Here, spider-spun cotton: a shirt that has floated in the Bay of Bengal: bought on the streets of Malapuram. It flails now in the heated howl that blasts also through the house and slams a door and all of it evokes a beach under the brew of a tropic storm.
Every piece of washing hung gets an extra peg, and is left to dervish-dance. The wind is a puppeteer: garments, like puppets, have a history, a seeming life.


We calculate it will be July 20th 2015 by the time we've viewed ALL of Boy's India adventure photos :-) 



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  1. Geo.21 July 2013 at 05:33

    What exuberance! Your post has a cadence I've felt only when dancing with Sufis --like square dancing but with fewer hicks, I like both. Surely these are the shirts of universal peace! I loved this post.

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  2. Lisa Southard21 July 2013 at 23:21

    All dancing is fine with me! This is a post that I wrote, sighed, thought: oh, that will do- then reread and understood what it was about. Love it when I surprise myself!

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