21 March 2006
The Sort of Thing Claypot Dreamstance Has Been Heard to Say On Dark Evenings With the Sewing Basket By His Side
How comforting: the push of needle through cloth, dragging the binding power of two fibrous snakes joined at their heads and knotted at their tails. You cinch the weld with firm punctuating tugs, repeating until the snakes are embedded in the cloth as twin standing waves, then sever their Siamese bond with a cutting slide of tooth on tooth. You shake out the pants, admire the repair, absurdly proud of having maneuvered the serpents into the dense reeds of cross hatched threads. They’ll hold that pose for years, living next to your skin whenever you want to feel their protection.
Labels: Claypot Dreamstance