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Blues for a Red Planet // Fashion Week

By (June 1, 2015) No Comment

 
But who shall dwell in these worlds, asks Kepler,
if they be inhabited? Not my girls in double-
sided tape. They will wait as God has waited
six thousand years for an observer
. Then again,
this wasn’t Kepler’s vision. He never guessed
the lack of overlockers, synonymous
with luxury, or the decline of fingers
willing to hold the needle straight. These
were original & disquieting possibilities
, Carl
explains. Now, there are so few in this
mythic arena onto which we’ve projected the hopes
of January & July—the days & evenings
so few dress for. And the girls? Beautiful
they may be, but they can’t afford this
certain implication of intelligent design. That’s why,
once the tents collapse, all that remains is
space, the memory of what passed through it.

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T.A. Noonan is the author of several books and chapbooks, most recently The Midway Iterations (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2015), Fall (Lucky Bastard Press, 2015), and The Ep[is]odes: a reformulation of Horace (Noctuary Press, 2016). Her work has appeared in Reunion: The Dallas Review, Menacing Hedge, LIT, West Wind Review, Ninth Letter, Phoebe, and others. A weightlifter, artist, teacher, priestess, and all-around woman of action, she is the Vice President and Associate Editor of Sundress Publications.

 

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