A Pattern Emerges

Tracing the knitting pattern, a pattern emerges. The curling, smoke-like rings of the wrought iron furniture and their correspondence with the A and g of Angora; the correlation between the shape of the pipe the A and g of Angora and whirling F of Furwul. 

Three creases were also traced, one in the photograph itself, the other, on the surface of the image. You always have to look, both, into and at a photograph, at the one and the same time: into model’s inexplicable crotch; at, the central cross – where the advert has been folded into four – like the sights of a gun aimed at his heart. The more I retraced the pattern, the more the crotch and the pipe knitted together. 

Pipe-Piece: Codpiece?

As what I can only take to be a response to the pipes I’ve been working on recently – my plumbing of pipe-imagery - the ex-wife of man I don’t see that often, sent me – without a word of explanation - this knitting pattern, through the post. I’ve hardly ever spoken to the said ex-wife, and she’s never before communicated with me in this way. Furthermore, we’ve never once discussed furry mohair. I’ve never knitted: do you cast on? Or is it casting off?