Pass Me a *Pipe

Mens-Navy-Blue-Double-Breasted-BlazerA man’s blazer is a mark of the ‘establishment’ and differs from a sports jacket chiefly in the material. A blazer is made of a solid dark color, usually navy, sometimes black, and on occasion bottle green, or red.

Sports jackets have plastic or leather buttons whereas blazers are usually embellished with nautical-style brass or gold-tone buttons. The buttons should not be shiny or garish. If they are, detach them, and look into having them dipped in bleach to remove the lacquer finish and speed up tarnishing. A navy or black soft wool and cashmere blazer can be modernized by replacing the brass buttons with black horn.

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Weddings

Dinner Dates

Films

Graduations

Brunches

Blazer Don’ts

Funerals

Job Interviews

Evenings at the Opera

IPOs http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Initial_public_offering

Brisses http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/brisses

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Five Ways to Wear a Blazer

  • Relaxed, with an ivory white turtleneck sweater and jeans.
  • Classic, with mid-tone grey flannels, white dress shirt, and solid blue-red silk tie.
  • Funky, with a white vintage T-shirt, tooled leather belt, and jeans.
  • Collegiate, with a grey cashmere hoodie http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoodie, woven belt, and putty colored casual cotton pants.
  • Celebrity Style, with layers of denim; beginning with a bleached denim ‘cowboy’ shirt and a Levi’s medium blue denim jacket, studded leather belt, and off-white jeans.

*Pipe:  Optional

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Saturday Night on “The Drive”

October 31/November 1, 1997.

PASSING A DARK

CHOCOLATE DIPPED

GINGER SPEAR PAST

MY LIPS, I INHALE

THE MYSTERIOUS

PERFUME OF CIGAR

SMOKE.  IT GIVES A

RICH & EXOTIC FLAVOUR

TO THE SUGARY

CHOCOLATE PASSING

BETWEEN MY LIPS

AND TEETH.

UP ANOTHER GROOVY

BLOCK, A NON-

INDIVIDUAL CON-

CENTRATES HARD

OVER A SMALL CRUMB

OF COCAINE.  ROCK,

SO MINISCULE, KNIFE

OVERPOWERS, BEADS

OF SWEAT FROZEN

ABOVE BROW, NOW!

TOO HARD AND IT WILL

SKID INTO FINITE

SPACE, REALITY

STOPPED TOO SMALL

TO MAKE A DIFFER-

ENCE, TOO INSIGNIFICANT

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

UP ANOTHER CHAOTIC

BLOCK, NOISE FUELS

THE SPACE, FILLS THE

HEAD.  T.V. SATELLITE,

BOOMING JUNKERS,

VOICES, LOUD.  ALL

TONES, ALL PITCHES,

LANGUAGES, MENTALITIES

EMOTIONS, DRAMA,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

I’M IN A MOVIE,

SILENT CAMERAS.

FILMING NEVER

CEASES, FILLS EACH

NERVE, EVERY BRAIN

CELL, COMPLETING

SENSES.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SHOUTING, THE

GLOBE REVEALS

ITSELF ON 5 SCREENS

PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY

INCESSANTLY,

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SEARCH FOR SIGNIFICANCE.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~  ~~ ~~ ~~

PIERCING SHRIEKS,

PIERCING EARS,

PIERCING NOSES, NOISES

AND ALL OTHER

BODY PARTS.  TATTOO

YOU.

SHARP PENETRATION

OF MEN’S COLOGNE

ADAMANTLY AND

REPEATEDLY,

VOCALLY

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

SUDDENLY,

HE CAME!

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

FUSING BEAUTY

& HEAVY METAL

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

MESHING

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Forensic Eight Year Old Uncovers a Magical Substance

Carsen was playing on the black chair in the livingroom enjoying the soft texture of it.  He was rubbing his hands up and down the back of it when he thought he’d like to swipe his hands across the tops of the arms.  “Oh look!”, he said, “Dust poufs going up to heaven.”

“Oh Great!”, I said silently – so much for my housekeeping.  The forensic eight year old uncovers my bad habits and a cloud of dust.

Dust:  A magical substance from another universe that could awaken people in the film, “The Golden Compass”; alchemy.

Dust:  Blown into rooms and onto furniture by the movement of air or wind; the ordinary.

Dust:  Dirt roads; earth.

Dust:  Covering the city in New York after 9-11; explosions.

Dust:  The bones of the dead ‘Clefts’:  females from Doris Lessing’s Book, ‘The Cleft’.

Notes I made after reading ‘The Cleft’.

  • This story was a Genesis (better than the version in Bibles).  It’s the way the first book in Bibles should have been written:  and I’m not kidding!
  • Men and Women – we cannot live without each other, procreation aside.
  • Women don’t seek change, but men do.
  • Men cannot be bothered with details.
  • Men are living fearlessly.
  • Women wait for men.  (I found a spelling error; this sentence originally read:  Women wail for men.)
  • Women hold fear.
  • Memory; oral and auditory, versus Marks; written and recorded.
  • Impermanence is infinite.
  • Perishing is surface.
  • Change is not in our control; it is in the hands of nature and the forces of evolution.

I never dreamed I could love a story of this genre so much. The internet offers kudos and criticisms that made it even more interesting for me to follow having read the book first.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/jan/07/fiction.dorislessing Harold Bloom once accused Lessing of ‘a crusade against male human beings’ but she has always resisted the designation of feminist novelist on the grounds that she is as coolly unsentimental about women as she is about men and unafraid of political incorrectness. There will, no doubt, be some (enthusiasts of the great monotheistic religions, for instance, in which male primacy seems to be a pretty key ingredient) who will take a Bloom-like view of The Cleft as a kind of feminist tract. But, in reality, this is a novel that appears to have no political allegiance, beyond a statement that women came first. She suggests that the capacity for cruelty and self-defence has as much potential to take hold of women as it does men.

http://evesalexandria.typepad.com/eves_alexandria/2007/02/squirts_on_the_.html Last Saturday Ursula Le Guin lambastedDoris Lessing’s new novel The Cleft in the Guardian Review as ‘a parable of slobbering walrus-women’, and went on to conclude:

‘I can’t accept it. It is incomplete; it is deeply arbitrary; and I see in it little but a reworking of a tiresome science-fiction cliché – a hive of mindless females is awakened and elevated (to the low degree of which the female is capable) by the wondrous shock of masculinity. A tale of Sleeping Beauties – only they aren’t even beautiful. They’re a lot of slobbering walruses, till the Prince comes along.’

Which side are you on?

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets


“Box Camera”

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We all crave a little color in our lives whether it comes in the form of hues, encounters, explorations, or dreams.

From a previous dream:

…Now I took the man around the corner to point out the window with cobalt to ask him if he’d give me permission to photograph the stunning beauty of negative pattern to positive pieces captured in this window.

He gave me a box camera with a long strap with chain link clinking next to the body.  His brother didn’t agree with his generosity but he insisted I take it.

Picture your dreams.

Discarded dreams become poetry.

Night writing will lead you to the light in your soul.

Copyright © 2002 Nicole Rigets Journal