Monday, September 16, 2013
Poetry Bra or an A-bra-cedarium
Several years ago, I read in a poetry reading series curated by Reb Livingston in Washington, DC called the Burlesque Poetry Hour. I remember the tiny backroom in a cocktail lounge as covered in red velvet, packed with people. The idea was to create a poetry-related piece of clothing that each poet could take off, and would then be auctioned off to make a little money for each poet. Reb told us specifically that ties and scarves were NOT allowed - too easy, she said.
So I made a poetry bra, an "a-bra-cedarium" that consisted of a list of words having to do with breasts - a word for each letter of the alphabet. This was not entirely easy, and I had to poll friends to fill in the gaps. I made two of these objects - one to auction, and one to keep.
I brought the project to a local t-shirt printer to find out how we could do this, along with the artwork for a separate project (t-shirts for my husband's business).
Me: "I have an easy job, and a weird one. Which one do you want to talk about first?"
T-shirt guy: "The weird one, of course."
So I explained what I wanted to do, and he said it couldn't be done. But I nudged him. I appealed to his sense of adventure.
T-shirt guy: "Get a plain all cotton bra, print the words repeatedly to cover a sheet of paper, and we'll see what we can do."
Did I mention the t-shirt guy looked like Elvis and played in a rockabilly hand? I could tell he was slightly appalled by my unmanly request.
A week later, I returned. He was able to put the text on pieces of heat transfer paper, and add them to the bras I found at Marshalls.
T-shirt guy (holding the bra up to himself): "Look, I got the word "nipple" in exactly the right spot."
Once in a while, when I
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