tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post9065693169645634361..comments2010-02-01T16:03:26.824-08:00Comments on objects of imitation: week twokatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-32424471458993722222009-09-16T14:29:27.503-07:002009-09-16T14:29:27.503-07:00She eyed the ball of yarn he presented
“This is s...She eyed the ball of yarn he presented<br /><br />“This is strange”<br /><br />“Just do it”<br /><br />“OK”<br /><br />She fingered the frayed virgin merino fibers<br /><br />They were soft<br /><br />“OK”<br /><br />“You said that”<br /><br />He thrust the ball forward<br /><br />She took it from his hand<br /><br />It was pure white<br /><br />Unsullied by roaming hands<br /><br />Dirty fingers<br /><br />Dirt under jagged nails<br /><br />“OK”<br /><br />“OK?”<br /><br />She began to unravel the long strand of yarn<br /><br />"Slower"<br /><br />"This is weird"<br /><br />"You said that"<br /><br />"Strange, I said this is strange"<br /><br />"OK"<br /><br />She slowed her pace<br /><br />Inch by inch, the yarn was emptied into a soft puddle of fluff on the bed<br /><br />He cut the piece she held between her fingers<br /><br />"Eyes closed"<br /><br />"Closed?"<br /><br />"Yes"<br /><br />"OK"<br /><br />And it commenced.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-63975606693241619742009-09-08T00:26:55.374-07:002009-09-08T00:26:55.374-07:00The three year old sat
and balled
and amidst the s...The three year old sat<br />and balled<br />and amidst the sobs<br />regaled his long-suffering mum<br />about all the things that vexed his poor, sensitive heart<br />and all the things that tested his as yet incapable mind<br />and his lament<br />was a yarn of almost unbelievable improbability<br />though to the three year old<br />his perceptions were as real as he was<br />or as his mum was<br />though to his mum<br />who was losing patience<br />having to listen to his ripping yarn<br />it was not ripping at all<br />but the most tedious, boring, annoying yarn<br />that any tiresome three year old<br />could come up with<br />amidst this fit of emotional indulgence<br />balling like a three year old.<br />"Why can't he act his age?"<br />she thought.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-48568649318215839822009-09-07T17:18:12.103-07:002009-09-07T17:18:12.103-07:00sometimes im tired of making sweaters
tired of rav...sometimes im tired of making sweaters<br />tired of raveling unraveling far from<br />what I was<br />once undone as I’m sure you know<br />I’m never together quite the same<br /><br />who keeps me warm then -<br />when I’m one long lonely strand<br />and not a ball of wound color,<br />close-knitbethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08384037369836314855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-5210065116078911702009-09-07T08:53:06.117-07:002009-09-07T08:53:06.117-07:00Such a mess
these rainbows of apricot and cerulea...Such a mess<br />these rainbows of apricot and cerulean<br />soft and frayed<br />like ribbons of indigo and mulberry<br />strung from limb to limb<br />worn yet strong<br />this vibrant ball of yarn.<br /><br /><br />Ps. Thanks for the invite here:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-46217097633302038252009-09-05T09:57:54.636-07:002009-09-05T09:57:54.636-07:00a wooing
if tomorrow or two years from now,
you...<b>a wooing</b> <br /><br />if tomorrow or two years from now, <br />you stare at the ceiling and decide <br />you are tired of wrapping your days <br />around a core of life that came before,<br />would you come to me and unwind, <br />expose your knotted, gnarled parts, <br />and tangle your timeline into mine <br />like yarn balls jumbled in a basket?Jenni B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09700504821285967720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-84867685162074636342009-09-04T07:05:28.735-07:002009-09-04T07:05:28.735-07:00radclyff sliced a bar of soap
in half with a Cambo...radclyff sliced a bar of soap<br />in half with a Cambodian machete<br /><br />then held the end of a ball of yarn<br />to one half of the soap with his finger<br /><br />wrapping the red yarn <br />around the broken bar of clue soap<br /><br />the yarn became a strange metaphor<br />for our relationship to work<br /><br />we are soap wrapped tight inside<br />a ball of soft yarn like armor<br /><br />***<br /><br />when he finished wrapping to soap<br />he tied the end of the yarn to my finger<br /><br />and as i walked away from radclyff<br />the ball unraveled and soap fell loose<br /><br />spinning along the vinyl floor of the bathroom<br />until it hit and knocked into the other halfkatyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-29633173041998899092009-09-02T22:19:03.636-07:002009-09-02T22:19:03.636-07:00The Ball of Yarn
Well the band started playin'...The Ball of Yarn<br /><br />Well the band started playin'<br />and we danced til our shoes were steamin'<br /><br />Not a pair of legs that didn't have little<br />flames leapin' from their calves<br /><br />Some of the lady's gowns caught fire we were<br />so tarantella'd like that Saint Vitas Dance<br /><br />where spasms become lightingbolts and<br />every dancer fizzles into a roman candle<br /><br />It set the drapes on fire it sure did <br />and pretty soon <br /><br />the dancers were down the fire escapes<br /><br />though the band continued playin' just like<br />on the deck of the Titanic only this time<br /><br />it all dissolved into a pile of burnt<br />timbers and shattered disco balls...<br /><br />That was one ball all right...<br /><br />OK, maybe it wasn't completely like that<br />as the midnight bell tolled and we all<br /><br />returned to pumpkin form in the moonlight...<br /><br />You don't believe me?<br />You think this is all just a<br /><br />ball of yarn?Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04866700467301416342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-67184453450264998842009-09-02T18:33:58.159-07:002009-09-02T18:33:58.159-07:00The Widow
Baaaa Baaaaaa
Bleating sheep
Billowing ...The Widow<br /><br />Baaaa Baaaaaa<br />Bleating sheep<br />Billowing through sweeping hummocks<br /><br />Shears rapidly working through<br />Soaked, muddied wool<br />Sacks filled for <br />Spinning wheels<br /><br />Clumps straightened into<br />Chains of fiber <br />Channeling their way <br /><br />Into a cylinder of fluff<br />Intertwining itself with dirt and dust<br />Irking the spinner <br />Impulsively picking bits from the floor<br /><br />Free bag<br />Fleecy lines<br />Fumbling into one another<br /><br />Tightly wound <br />Tucked away for winter<br />To create <br />TopcoatsNicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01635882992428521314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-89456166908326061782009-09-02T18:04:39.012-07:002009-09-02T18:04:39.012-07:00Here it is; no old ladies this time:
HEARTHere it is; no old ladies this time:<br /><a href="http://says-sir-ten.blogspot.com/2009/09/describe-ball-of-yarn.html" rel="nofollow">HEART</a>Stan Skihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11963655096635414472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-34959918482678292002009-09-02T08:50:24.564-07:002009-09-02T08:50:24.564-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Chris H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09857742265704281181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591501490901166080.post-3593059495598786682009-09-01T20:25:48.450-07:002009-09-01T20:25:48.450-07:00I'll get things moving with this and come back...I'll get things moving with this and come back with something else later:<br /><a href="http://says-sir-ten.blogspot.com/2009/02/fulfilment.html" rel="nofollow">CLICK ME</a>Stan Skihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11963655096635414472noreply@blogger.com