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Hypersynaesthesia

the colours in your head

4.08.2006

I just spent the past two hours watching a Merchant-Ivory movie while eating chocolate, painting my nails, and lovingly knitting a hat for my boyfriend. The estrogen count in the room is far too high.

4 Comments:

At 7:37 PM, April 12, 2006, Blogger E.B. Noodles said...

So didn't the polish get on the knitting wool?

 
At 1:11 AM, April 13, 2006, Blogger Clay said...

This is either a simple pragmatic comment or an immensly clever illusion to e.e. cummings' "The Cambridge Ladies" (1923) through the homorthography of polish and Polish.

THE Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also, with the church’s protestant blessings
daughters,unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things–
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
. . . the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

 
At 1:11 AM, April 13, 2006, Blogger Clay said...

speaking of orthography: "allusion"

 
At 1:18 AM, April 13, 2006, Blogger Alex said...

No, the polish was applied long before the knitting was picked up. If knitting is to be done, it should be done with fire-engine red nails!

And Clay-- That poem never ceases to cause me great enjoyment. Thank you kindly for reminding me of its existence.

 

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