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NEW CLOTHES Katharine Coles |
A coat of softest skin. The emperor It's not his skin. He's blinded by finery As chiffon and lace, as insouciance is Enough, or once was: silk delicious, Understanding can't hold you together. To every other. To impulse To do now but surrender
__ I am obsessed these days with the body, and have long been interested in clothes as objects that can embody really fine, accessible design—though many people who practice "high arts" like poetry are dismissive of this eminently democratic art form. In this poem, the tale The Emperor's New Clothes became a little machine for thinking about both the body and our relationship to its adornments, both built in and added. |