Wednesday, December 25, 2002

In honor of the festive

In honor of the festive season - solisticial, of course - , or maybe out of an errant sense of excitement at having spent my evening utterly, blissfully unoccupied and undisturbed, or maybe a wild hair just, how you say, got up my ass, but last night I prepared to write by pouring out a chinese teacup full of bourbon, flossing, and then changing into my dolphins shirt.  I got it in the early 80s as one of several purchases I made at a sale of overrun, irregular and defective t-shirts down at Houston Hall. The dolphins shirt is the last one of them still in the non-archival drawers.  Two simply-drawn dolphins chase each other’s tail in silhouette; while still in college I found some gold glitter glue and dotted their eyes with irridescence.  Around them are the words SOCIETY for the PROPAGATION of the GREEN DOLPHIN, all in a faded forest green.  The green bands around the cuffs and collar seem to have faded significantly and the neck seems to have grown very wide to accomodate my shoulders.  The whole shirt is stretched out and rides up.  It’s tissue-thin.  It has tar stains on the back from that hike I took after the Ojai Krishnamurti lectures in ‘85 or so.  It makes me feel like a million dollars.  It’s like a support group I can wear.