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There is a crack in everything
Wrinkles are ditches that the gods have dug for our tears.
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain.
The windows of the
You're easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can't see the quality of the threads.
What use are socks? They only produce holes.
flaps and buttons. She concealed her gray hair
the coast, irregular
It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
I looked down at my bedspread, tracing the seams with my finger.
fashioned of flowing silk or jersey,
Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar - but to weld.
To forge.
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
The pits and tangles are more than blemishes distorting the classic shapes of Euclidian geometry. They are often the keys to the essence of a thing
The sea and the sky were welded together without a joint ...
Genetic Denim gods, if you're listening, please don't rip, and if you have to, maybe you could have an elf from your warehouse send me another pair ... I'm a size 28 and its called 'The Twig' in a dark grayish wash ... I will wear them until I die, unless those rips beat me to it.
Christ Bleeding," Makin said, staring into the valley below us. "How ... " "Topology," I said. "It's a kind of magic.
Knees, but they evaporated as the boat picked
When you quilting up a life, you sometimes got to start with any piece you can get your hands on.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.
Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper.
"Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole."
"What?" Piper asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.
Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics
Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
The secret of toe cleavage, a very important part of the sexuality of the shoe; you must only show the first two cracks.
Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.
You may not divide the seamless coat of learning,
Pussies [10w]
Pussies are like parachutes ~
they work best when wide open.
But my head is splitting in two!"
"It's doing a remarkably neat job since I can't see so much as a seam.
Look deep into my soul than what stretches the fabric of my clothes
Dark seams radiated outwards like a shotgun blast of ink, as if Nico's body were trying to expel all the shadows he'd travelled through. Yesterday had been worse: an entire meadow withering, skeletons rising from the earth. Reyna wasn't anxious for that to happen again.
In acrylics, what you lose on the straights you make up for on the corners.
Jimmie says our socks and clothes are very religious because they are so holey
The two of them fitting, interlocking, like mothers and daughters are supposed to. Fitting in a way that I never have. My edges have always been too sharp, my grooves too deep.
There were fissures and chasms in the walls and floor, and every now and then a crack would open right before their feet. The widest was more than seven feet across, and it was long before Pippin could summon enough courage to leap over the dreadful gap.
A close with damage that can never be repaired.
Joy and woe are woven fine.
Like warp and woof all destinies
Are woven fast,
Linked in sympathy like the keys
Of an organ vast.
Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar;
Break but one
Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar
Through all will run.
Cuts of clothes and shapes of clothes are really important.
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps ... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
The only spot of comfort was the lingering impression of her fingertips through the fabric of his shirt, a reminder of the good side of having skin. He cultivated that square-inch patch, tilled and tended it into a full-body embrace.
Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
were clearly outlined under the snug
I keep wondering if it'll ever hurt less. This...this hole in our lives." "Oh, I imagine it'll hurt less eventually. I think there will always be a hole, though. But lace is one of the most beautiful fabrics, you know. All those holes and gaps, but it's still complete somehow- still lovely.
The Springboard. Denning
The bag sprang a leak. The leak had to be patched. The patch sprang a leak. The crew patched the patch. Then the bag sprang another leak. The drilling could not go on.
The bent but unbroken ones.
Either it is the fold of the infinite, or the constant folds [replis] of finitude which curve the outside and constitute the inside.
The reeds give
way to the
wind and give
the wind away
I have learned that each and every piece of cloth embodies the spirit, skill, and personal history of an individual weaver. . . . It ties together with an endless thread the emotional life of my people.
But the cracks were splitting, finding power, thickening into chasms.
If some hole does not possess striking individuality through some gift of nature, it must be given as much as possible artificially, and the artifice must be introduced in so subtle a manner as to make it seem natural.
Sewn together patterns,
like many clashing moods,
She wears what
No others dare
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
There are eighteen-million cracks in the ceiling.
field beyond field beyond field of well-kept cotton, each tuft white as a senator's eyebrow.
Every imperfection you have as a man makes a sound as it knifes through satin sheets.
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Circles and getting rid of everything else.
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.
Shifting from one hip to the other in his lumbering, elephantine fashion, Ignatius sent waves of flesh rippling beneath the tweed and flannel, waves that broke upon buttons and seams. Thus
Simple, like uncarved wood.
imagine a scarf as an unlimited canvas
Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems ... "
"Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.
Now my tapestry's unraveling.
His soul's fabric was weaving itself with mine. I loved the frayed ends where it came unraveled, and I loved the strength at its firm, solid center.
I loved every thread.
that amazing row of ab-mountains between hips so narrow even my sweet old Nana would imagine wrapping her legs around them.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me
The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
The zip on the pitch is very zippy
It had bred false camaraderies and drawn my attention to deep flaws and fault lines when what mattered
what matters so often in the course of everyday human life
were the surfaces and the joins.
I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie.
As in, you go ahead and pull on that thread and watch the whole world unravel like a sweater, Ethan Wate.
The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is.
He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
He couldn't read any more of Velvette's stories. This was too intimate. She spills her soul by stitching words so splendidly, even ragged threads are imperceptible.
It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.
The cabbage white flies through the tailor's cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor's head, white and uncrumpled. Skinny Wilma flaps her handkerchief. The cabbage white flies through her forehead and into her head.
Layers like a bad Van Gogh. Pella felt little beads
Denim and doubt, cotton and caution, fell to the floor in a forgotten heap
A hole in my Sam.
Apparel, n.: There are times I don't mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.
the sleeve slipping over the edge of the rung. I steadied myself, fed more of the sleeve through it, until I had a complete loop through the rung. That work shirt was my favorite one, Gap, one hundred
Any woman knows that a thread, once woven, is fixed in place; the only way to smooth a mistake is to let it all unravel.
Around your skin, I tie and untie mine.
Tailor gang they rolling up those paper planes.
...linen is a fabric that wrinkles like Jack Nicholson's balls without Botox.
It's a good thing you're not my Story Weaver. You're easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can't see the quality of the threads." "Well
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
tightly, without
All her old thoughts seemed as thin and ragged as a piece of knitting made and ripped out and made and ripped out again until all the threads were frayed, growing ever more worn, but never larger.
If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.
Every quilt has an intentional flaw because the only thing that's perfect is God.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.
Darlin', there are no mistakes in sewing. Only opportunities for design." Those