‘At least make sure the damn thing fits.’ Any jacket, handmade or bargain basement, must pass the ‘collar test.’ Put on the jacket and raise your arms. The back of the jacket collar should hug the back of the shirt collar like Velcro. A particularly ill-fitting jacket will show a gap between collars even with the arms lowered. The key is a high armhole. You may have to try on 50 jackets before you find the right one. Shattuck advises customers to watch Robert De Niro in Goodfellas, specifically the scene in which Bobby D. kicks a rival’s head like a soccer ball. Arms flailing overhead, the collar doesn’t budge. That’s tailoring.
To bread I do not ask to teach me but only not to lack during every day of life. I don’t know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes I only want the light to light up I do not ask to the night explanations I wait for it and it envelops me And so you, bread and light And shadow are.
Candy bills itself as “the first transversal magazine.” Brilliant concept whose time has come. What’s interesting about Franco’s cover is how all the buzz becomes about whether he’s gay or not, which completely misses the point. Until the world is a safe place for all kinds of sexual exploration -driven by art, or otherwise, we’ve barely began to evolve.
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth That make you fight within yourself, dear one, And with others, Causing the world to weep On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us, Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants To do us a great favor: Hold us upside down And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know Quickly packs their bags and hightails it Out of town.
From: ‘The Gift’ Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Hafiz was a Sufi poet, and a brilliant one at that. While being an incredibly spiritual man, he had a fantastic sense of humor as this work - and my favorite demonstrates. Makes me think of whirling dervishes when I think of Hafiz. It’s quite a sight!