Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Weavers of Magic in the City of Accra
They animate a mini lifetime before first light to limber and oil up their looms, twines and bobbins. They have clicked a thousand carols, sinewed unending pretty patterns and woven vivid tales in devastating tapestries by the sonic crack of dawn. It is guiltless gluttony to stop and picture-feed on them if you’re not in a hurry, or simply to play your music sotto voce, as you drive past, roll down your window, prick up your expectant ears and audit this most original orchestra.
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Don't you think "animate" is a bit of overkill right at the start of your post?
ReplyDeleteBut I must say "devastating tapestries" is a very 'wicked' phrase. Good work.
Hey Anon,
ReplyDeleteYes, I could have used words like "stir" or "rouse", I admit.
Thanks for the compliment. Much appreciated.
your writing is so vivid and imaginative. love it.
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do i read weave, thread and blend of collours?
Muchas gracias, Muze, I am really trying hard not to overdo it, though.
ReplyDeleteYes, Novisi, but from a distance, the sounds are what captivate me.
ReplyDeletei like this piece. the writing is good,its quite persuasive, makes me think kente weaving is more interesting than it looks.
ReplyDeleteBentuma, I have come to realise that everything is only as interesting as it looks, and everything (no matter its looks) is interesting.
ReplyDeleteYou only need to hone your Second Sight.