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The story of the bottlecap skirt from the Traveling Crocodile Trunk.

The story of the bottlecap skirt from the Traveling Crocodile Trunk.

posted on Sunday September 18, 2011 | in Crik Crak,The Basin Jamet | 12 Comments

For me PRADA is like a traveling crocodile trunk chock full of memories.   I can close my eyes and stick my hand in  there and open it up and ta-da a dress with a postcard of a beach scene on it.  A girl sitting beneath a palm tree playing in the sand.  I hold up the dress and take a walk down memory lane… My mother never wanted us to go to the beach alone, but alas creative children find ways.  The fishermen came in several times a week around 10am in their canoes,  with what we called “pot fish.”  So “going to buy fish” would always be the excuse.  And there I would sit, legs stretched before me playing with the sand in my fingers, palm trees above my head, staring at the cargo ships on the horizon.

I start to think of this quote from “The Sheltering Sky” as I stick my hand back in the Prada crocodile trunk: “Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

When I pull out my hand again, this time it comes up with a crisp white cotton blouse with heavily embroidered blue monkeys.  I remember that my mother used to say that my grand-parents had a monkey or some story like that.  And I wonder if this is true for I have never seen a monkey in St.Lucia except for the one at the zoo where they were brought in from somewhere else.  I have seen a turtle, but only once, in my grand-mother’s kitchen sink as she cleaned it out of it’s shell to make turtle soup.  I have never had turtle soup though, my mother came from a different part of the island from my paternal grand-mother and did not eat such things, no one I know eats it now thank God ’cause it would have gone the way of the iguana. In St.Lucia an island that was originally named for the iguana, the animal is now extinct ’cause we, well my ancestors ate them all but not the turtles the largest turtles in the world up to 8 feet long and 2000lbs come to lay their eggs at Grand-Anse beach during the months of March to August, the leather back turtles, hum wonder what a turtle traveling trunk would look like.  Now that thought was completely obscene but I’m a writer I’m allowed to imagine things.  The leather back turtle is on an extinction list. Please don’t drop plastic bags in the ocean endangered turtles choke on them.

Um I was thinking of blue monkeys on a white Prada blouse, see where it took me?

This is tempting isn’t it?  Let’s go for one more try.  Shake, shake, shake, shake the crocodile. A handful of bottle caps and plastic.  Hum that’s where the plastic could go instead of choking a 2000lb turtle.  Now this one is truly special, truly special.  This I would save my pennies for and buy that skirt for what  it’s worth.  I imagine little Italian ladies sitting with a hammer flattening hundreds of old beer bottle caps.  A wonderful meditation no? Bottle cap after bottle cap hammer, hammer, hammer away, the lady is silent she’s probably thinking of drinking a beer after work.  Maybe she’s a German immigrant and dreaming of a Pilsner.  Lets stay focused here, so these ladies flatten all these bottle caps, things that are generally just put in the trash.  Pause!

FOR ALL THE COPYING THAT ZARA, TOPSHOP AND H&M DOES why didn’t they copy the bottle cap skirt?  Wonder how many African, Indian and American bars can resell all their bottle caps to ZARA, TOPSHOP AND H&M.  I keep dreaming of things.

Anyway I see this thing, I hold it up heavy, really heavy this melted plastic and bottle cap skirt.  This I absolutely cannot resist.  No way Joselito. Uh uh.  What is this?  This Prada lady is mad.  She’s mad.  A really lovely kinda mad.  A skirt made of garbage but looks soooo beautiful.  This skirt…

Objects of beauty are always complex.  You learn that the moment you start to search for beauty.  This skirt does not go back to the crocodile trunk I’m taking it with me for an outing.  That I’m 100% sure of, so sure I have no back up plan.  Guess what happened.  I put on the skirt at the last minute before my outing, basically no chance of backing out.  By the time I get to the elevator of the hotel I realize this skirt speaks, oh yes it speaks, not in the fashion sense, how something is so beautiful it speaks in a metaphorical way. No no that would be way to easy for this little garbage of a number.  It made its way out the garbage and Skirt wants the world to know it’s at Prada now.  Every little beer bottle cap knocks on every other beer bottle cap knocks on every piece of melted plastic.  What have you got?  A whole lot of noise.  And I thought I was taking the skirt for a spin.  I was proven wrong by a Prada skirt.

The walk from my room to the elevator was short so I underestimated the voice of the skirt.  I was in one of those rooms where you have to get off on the first floor then walk down the stairs  to the lobby.  The first maid:  She hears me first, then I see a confused look on her face like ‘what the fuck?”  And then the magic happens, we smile at each other.  The skirt not only has a voice it has magic powers too.  But is this is too much magic for me?  It’s not too late I’ve only been seen by the maid.  I could run upstairs and change.  Wait but if I ran Skirt would protest and make even more noise, skirt has attitude.  “I’m taking you out tonight,”  I could hear her saying like a jolly old girlfriend who’s had a beer.  The second maid, more smiles, the porter? Big grin.  Oh boy.  Can I show my face in the lobby?  I don’t know how to explain it but that long corridor from the stairs to the lobby became some magic carpet and I became a goddess who could conquer all, I felt like I owned the world, how else could I feel looking down what looked like a mile. It’s prime time during fashion week in Milan, a hotel lobby filled with people, drinks in hand all frozen looking at me.  I had about ten thousand more miles to walk and boy was Beer Bottle Cap Skirt clacking, and it felt like I was smiling at her bravado.  Was the skirt my subject or was I suddenly transformed into a glowing Garbage Goddess by a skirt.

Of course my friend would be sitting way in the back in the corner, I had to weave through tables to get to her but again magically no one was annoyed by the noise, no one ONLY SMILES.  Is this for real?  The whole fashion world smiling frozen all at once in the lobby of the Four Seasons Milan?  I turn around to make sure, clack clack clack the skirt laughs.

The first man walks up to me.  (I have noticed a trend with Prada clothing and men, like the man who eventually walked up to me after hours of staring at my feet at party, oh and a certain actor and the Crystal Chandelier dress, but lets not give away too many secrets, if you could decipher the language of the Skirt you have no idea how thrilled you’d be) Anyway the first man walks up to me, quite shy, “I’m sorry miss I normally don’t do this kind of thing but your skirt, your skirt, where did you get your skirt, I’d like to get one.”  Really a straight man asking me where he could buy a seasons old skirt.  This whole thing is unreal. “Well it’s from Prada a few years ago, “ I reply, “but it’s the sort of thing that if you really wanted  you could have it custom made.”  Honest truth but you have to really want it.

ZARA TOPSHOP H&M YOU WERE WRONG.  Women can make noise and men love it when they do.  Whaddayaknow?

Disarm him with a knee length skirt.  Start thinking out of the box.  The garbage box I mean.

By the time I made it to the crowded fashion show no one could hear my skirt, but a smile came across my face for another sartorial reason.  Right there on top of Anna Della Russo’s head was a watermelon, gliding through a sea of black.  Oh magic day.

Lot’s of bravas at dinner.  Small dinner too.  Mama Mia I’m getting a face-lift from smiling.  I’m thankful when we sit for vegetables, sciampi and risotto.  And wine, lots of wine, I love wine. But drinking has to come out somewhere.

“Where is your restroom?” I ask. The table falls silent.

And then I get up to pee.  Another long corridor another table filled with smiles as Skirt clacks with me all the way to the powder room.

Afterword:

Inside the Prada Traveling Crocodile Trunk is a dress made of crystals like a chandelier and the dress is called Scheherazade (after “A Thousand Nights and a Night.”)  It would be nice to hear why this dress is so called.

 

In the meantime…

“A Thousand Nights and a Night.” contained below if you’re interested.

1850

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS

by Sir Richard Burton

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS’ ENTERTAINMENTS

(ALF LAYLAH WA LAYLAH)

STORY OF KING SHAHRYAR AND HIS BROTHER

In the Name of Allah,

the Compassionating, the Compassionate!

PRAISE BE TO ALLAH – THE BENEFICENT KING – THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE – LORD OF THE THREE WORLDS – WHO SET UP THE FIRMAMENT WITHOUT PILLARS IN ITS STEAD – AND WHO STRETCHED OUT THE EARTH EVEN AS A BED – AND GRACE, AND PRAYER-BLESSING BE UPON OUR LORD MOHAMMED – LORD OF APOSTOLIC MEN – AND UPON HIS FAMILY AND COMPANION TRAIN -PRAYER AND BLESSINGS ENDURING AND GRACE WHICH UNTO THE DAY OF DOOM SHALL REMAIN – AMEN! – O THOU OF THE THREE WORLDS SOVEREIGN!

AND AFTERWARD. Verily the works and words of those gone before us have become instances and examples to men of our modern day, that folk may view what admonishing chances befell other folk and may therefrom take warning; and that they may peruse the annals of antique peoples and all that hath betided them, and be thereby ruled and restrained. Praise, therefore, be to Him who hath made the histories of the past an admonition unto the present! Now of such instances are the tales called “A Thousand Nights and a Night,” together with their far-famed legends and wonders.

Therein it is related (but Allah it is All-knowing of His hidden things and All-ruling and All-honored and All-giving and All-gracious and All-merciful!) that in tide of yore and in time long gone before, there was a King of the Kings of the Banu Sasan in the islands of India and China, a Lord of armies and guards and servants and dependents. He left only two sons, one in the prime of manhood and the other yet a youth, while both were knights and braves, albeit the elder was a doughtier horseman than the younger. So he succeeded to the empire, when he ruled the land and lorded it is over his lieges with justice so exemplary that he was beloved by all the peoples of his capital and of his kingdom. His name was King Shahryar, and he made his younger brother, Shah Zaman hight, King of Samarkand in Barbarian land. These two ceased not to abide in their several realms and the law was ever carried out in their dominions. And each ruled his own kingdom with equity and fair dealing to his subjects, in extreme solace and enjoyment, and this condition continually endured for a score of years.

But at the end of the twentieth twelvemonth the elder King yearned for a sight of his younger brother and felt that he must look upon him once more. So he took counsel with his Wazir about visiting him, but the Minister, finding the project unadvisable, recommended that a letter be written and a present be sent under his charge to the younger brother, with an invitation to visit the elder. Having accepted this advice, the King forthwith bade prepare handsome gifts, such as horses with saddles of gem-encrusted gold; Mamelukes, or white slaves; beautiful handmaids, high-breasted virgins, and splendid stuffs and costly. He then wrote a letter to Shah Zaman expressing his warm love and great wish to see him, ending with these words: “We therefore hope of the favor and affection of the beloved brother that he will condescend to bestir himself and turn his face usward. Furthermore, we have sent our Wazir to make all ordinance for the march, and our one and only desire it is to see thee ere we die. But if thou delay or disappoint us, we shall not survive the blow. Wherewith peace be upon thee!”

Then King Shahryar, having sealed the missive and given it is to the Wazir with the offerings aforementioned, commanded him to shorten his skirts and strain his strength and make all expedition in going and returning. “Harkening and obedience!” quoth the Minister, who fell to making ready without stay and packed up his loads and prepared all his requisites without delay. This occupied him three days, and on the dawn of the fourth he took leave of his King and marched right away, over desert and hallway, stony waste and pleasant lea, without halting by night or by day. But whenever he entered a realm whose ruler was subject to his suzerain, where he was greeted with magnificent gifts of gold and silver and all manner of presents fair and rare, he would tarry there three days, the term of the guest rite. And when he left on the fourth, he would be honorably escorted for a whole day’s march.

As soon as the Wazir drew near Shah Zaman’s court in Samarkand he dispatched to report his arrival one of his high officials, who presented himself before the King and, kissing ground between his hands, delivered his message. Hereupon the King commanded sundry of his grandees and lords of his realm to fare forth and meet his brother’s Wazir at the distance of a full day’s journey. Which they did, greeting him respectfully and wishing him all prosperity and forming an escort and a procession. When he entered the city, he proceeded straightway to the palace, where he presented himself in the royal presence; and after kissing ground and praying for the King’s health and happiness and for victory over all his enemies, he informed him that his brother was yearning to see him, and prayed for the pleasure of a visit.

He then delivered the letter, which Shah Zaman took from his hand and read. It contained sundry hints and allusions which required thought, but when the King had fully comprehended its import, he said, “I hear and I obey the commands of the beloved brother!” adding to the Wazir, “But we will not march till after the third day’s hospitality.” He appointed for the Minister fitting quarters of the palace and pitching tents for the troops, rationed them with whatever they might require of meat and drink and other necessaries. On the fourth day he made ready for wayfare and got together sumptuous presents befitting his elder brother’s majesty, and stablished his chief Wazir Viceroy of the land during his absence. Then he caused his tents and camels and mules to be brought forth and encamped, with their bales and loads, attendants and guards, within sight of the city, in readiness to set out next morning for his brother’s capital.

But when the night was half-spent he bethought him that he had forgotten in his palace somewhat which he should have brought with him, so he returned privily and entered his apartments, where he found the Queen, his wife, asleep on his own carpet bed embracing with both arms a black cook of loathsome aspect and foul with kitchen grease and grime. When he saw this the world waxed black before his sight and he said: “If such case happen while I am yet within sight of the city, what will be the doings of this damned whore during my long absence at my brother’s court?” So he drew his scimitar, and cutting the two in four pieces with a single blow, left them on the carpet and returned presently to his camp without letting anyone know of what had happened. Then he gave orders for immediate departure and set out at once and began his travel; but he could not help thinking over his wife’s treason, and he kept ever saying to himself: “How could she do this deed by me? How could she work her own death?” till excessive grief seized him, his color changed to yellow, his body waxed weak, and he was threatened with a dangerous malady, such a one as bringeth men to die. So the Wazir shortened his stages and tarried long at the watering stations, and did his best to solace the King.

Now when Shah Zaman drew near the capital of his brother, he dispatched vaunt-couriers and messengers of glad tidings to announce his arrival, and Shahryar came forth to meet him with his wazirs and emirs and lords and grandees of his realm, and saluted him and joyed with exceeding joy and caused the city to be decorated in his honor. When, however, the brothers met, the elder could not but see the change of complexion in the younger and questioned him of his case, whereto he replied: “‘Tis caused by the travails of wayfare and my case needs care, for I have suffered from the change of water and air! But Allah be praised for reuniting me with a brother so dear and so rare!” On this wise he dissembled and kept his secret, adding: “O King of the Time and Caliph of the Tide, only toil and moil have tinged my face yellow with bile and hath made my eyes sink deep in my head.”

Then the two entered the capital in all honor, and the elder brother lodged the younger in a palace overhanging the pleasure garden. And after a time, seeing his condition still unchanged, he attributed it is to his separation from his country and kingdom. So he let him wend his own ways and asked no questions of him till one day when he again said, “O my brother, I see thou art grown weaker of body and yellower of color.” “O my brother,” replied Shah Zaman, “I have an internal wound.” Still he would not tell him what he had witnessed in his wife. Thereupon Shahryar summoned doctors and surgeons and bade them treat his brother according to the rules of art, which they did for a whole month. But their sherbets and potions naught availed, for he would dwell upon the deed of his wife, and despondency, instead of diminishing, prevailed, and leechcraft treatment utterly failed.

One day his elder brother said to him: “I am going forth to hunt and course and to take my pleasure and pastime. Maybe this would lighten thy heart.” Shah Zaman, however, refused, saying: “O my brother, my soul yearneth for naught of this sort, and I entreat thy favor to stiffer me tarry quietly in this place, being wholly taken up with my malady.” So King Shah Zaman passed his night in the palace, and next morning when his brother had fared forth, he removed from his room and sat him down at one of the lattice windows overlooking the pleasure grounds. And there he abode thinking with saddest thought over his wife’s betrayal, and burning sighs issued from his tortured breast.

And as he continued in this case lo! a postern of the palace, which was carefully kept private, swung open, and out of it is came twenty slave girls surrounding his brother’s wife, who was wondrous fair, a model of beauty and comeliness and symmetry and perfect loveliness, and who paced with the grace of a gazelle which panteth for the cooling stream. Thereupon Shah Zaman drew back from the window, but he kept the bevy in sight, espying them from a place whence he could not be espied. They walked under the very lattice and advanced a little way into the garden till they came to a jetting fountain a-middlemost a great basin of water. Then they stripped off their clothes, and behold, ten of them were women, concubines of the King, and the other ten were white slaves. Then they all paired off, each with each. But the Queen, who was left alone, presently cried out in a loud voice, “Here to me, O my lord Saeed!”

And then sprang with a drop leap from one of the trees a big slobbering blackamoor with rolling eyes which showed the whites, a truly hideous sight. He walked boldly up to her and threw his arms round her neck while she embraced him as warmly. Then he bussed her and winding his legs round hers, as a button loop clasps a button, he threw her and enjoyed her. On like wise did the other slaves with the girls till all had satisfied their passions, and they ceased not from kissing and clipping, coupling and carousing, till day began to wane, when the Mamelukes rose from the damsels’ bosoms and the blackamoor slave dismounted from the Queen’s breast. The men resumed their disguises and all except the Negro, who swarmed up the tree, entered the palace and closed the postern door as before. Now when Shah Zaman saw this conduct of his sister-in-law, he said to himself: “By Allah, my calamity is lighter than this! My brother is a greater King among the Kings than I am, yet this infamy goeth on in his very palace, and his wife is in love with that filthiest of filthy slaves. But this only showeth that they all do it and that there is no woman but who cuckoldeth her husband. Then the curse of Allah upon one and all, and upon the fools who lean against them for support or who place the reins of conduct in their hands!” So he put away his melancholy and despondency, regret and repine, and allayed his sorrow by constantly repeating those words, adding, “‘Tis my conviction that no man in this world is safe from their malice!”

When suppertime came, they brought him the trays and he ate with voracious appetite, for he had long refrained from meat, feeling unable to touch any dish, however dainty. Then he returned grateful thanks to Almighty Allah, praising Him and blessing Him, and he spent a most restful night, it having been long since he had savored the sweet food of sleep. Next day he broke his fast heartily and began to recover health and strength, and presently regained excellent condition. His brother came back from the chase ten days after, when he rode out to meet him and they saluted each other. And when King Shahryar looked at King Shah Zaman, he saw how the hue of health had returned to him, how his face had waxed ruddy, and how he ate with an appetite after his late scanty diet. He wondered much and said: “O my brother, I was no anxious that thou wouldst join me in hunting and chasing, and wouldst take thy pleasure and pastime in my dominion!” He thanked him and excused himself.

Then the two took horse and rode into the city, and when they were seated at their ease in the palace, the food trays were set before them and they ate their sufficiency. After the meats were removed and they had washed their hands, King Shahryar turned to his brother and said: “My mind is overcome with wonderment at thy condition. I was desirous to carry thee with me to the chase, but I saw thee changed in hue, pale and wan to view, and in sore trouble of mind too. But now, Alhamdolillah- glory be to God!- I see thy natural color hath returned to thy face and that thou art again in the best of case. It was my belief that thy sickness came of severance from thy family and friends, and absence from capital and country, so I refrained from troubling thee with further questions. But now I beseech thee to expound to me the cause of thy complaint and thy change of color, and to explain the reason of thy recovery and the return to the ruddy hue of health which I am wont to view. So speak out and hide naught!”

When Shah Zaman heard this, he bowed groundward awhile his head, then raised it and said: “I will tell thee what caused my complaint and my loss of color. But excuse my acquainting thee with the cause of its return to me and the reason of my complete recovery. Indeed I pray thee not to press me for a reply.” Said Shahryar, who was much surprised by these words, “Let me hear first what produced thy pallor and thy poor condition.” “Know, then, O my brother,” rejoined Shah Zaman, “that when thou sentest thy Wazir with the invitation to place myself between thy hands, I made ready and marched out of my city. But presently I minded me having left behind me in the palace a string of jewels intended as a gift to thee. I returned for it alone, and found my wife on my carpet bed and in the arms of a hideous black cook. So I slew the twain and came to thee, yet my thoughts brooded over this business and I lost my bloom and became weak. But excuse me if I still refuse to tell thee what was the reason of my complexion returning.”

Shahryar shook his head, marveling with extreme marvel, and with the fire of wrath flaming up from his heart, he cried, “Indeed, the malice of woman is mighty!” Then he took refuge from them with Allah and said: “In very sooth, O my brother, thou hast escaped many an evil by putting thy wife to death, and right excusable were thy wrath and grief for such mishap, which never yet befell crowned king like thee. By Allah, had the case been mine, I would not have been satisfied without slaying a thousand women, and that way madness lies! But now praise be to Allah Who hath tempered to thee thy tribulation, and needs must thou acquaint me with that which so suddenly restored to thee complexion and health, and explain to me what causeth this concealment.” “O King of the Age, again I pray thee excuse my so doing!” “Nay, but thou must.” “I fear, O my brother, lest the recital cause thee more anger and sorrow than afflicted me.” “That were but a better reason,” quoth Shahryar, “for telling me the whole history, and I conjure thee by Allah not to keep back aught from me.”

Thereupon Shah Zaman told him all he had seen, from commencement to conclusion, ending with these words: “When I beheld thy calamity and the treason of thy wife, O my brother, and I reflected that thou art in years my senior and in sovereignty my superior, mine own sorrow was belittled by the comparison, and my mind recovered tone and temper. So, throwing off melancholy and despondency, I was able to eat and drink and sleep, and thus I speedily regained health and strength. Such is the truth and the whole truth.” When King Shahryar heard this he waxed wroth with exceeding wrath, and rage was like to strangle him. But presently he recovered himself and said, “O my brother, I would not give thee the lie in this matter, but I cannot credit it till I see it with mine own eyes.” “And thou wouldst look upon thy calamity,” quoth Shah Zaman, “rise at once and make ready again for hunting and coursing, and then hide thyself with me. So shalt thou witness it and thine eyes shall verify it.” “True,” quoth the King. Whereupon he let make proclamation of his intent to travel, and the troops and tents fared forth without the city, camping within sight, and Shahryar sallied out with them and took seat a-midmost his host, bidding the slaves admit no man to him. When night came on, he summoned his Wazir and said to him, “Sit thou in my stead, and let none wot of my absence till the term of three days.”

Then the brothers disguised themselves and returned by night with all secrecy to the palace, where they passed the dark hours. And at dawn they seated themselves at the lattice overlooking the pleasure grounds, when presently the Queen and her handmaids came out as before, and passing under the windows, made for the fountain. Here they stripped, ten of them being men to ten women, and the King’s wife cried out, “Where art thou, O Saeed?” The hideous blackamoor dropped from the tree straightway, and rushing into her arms without stay or delay, cried out, “I am Sa’ad al-Din Saood!” The lady laughed heartily, and all fell to satisfying their lusts, and remained so occupied for a couple of hours, when the white slaves rose up from the handmaidens’ breasts and the blackamoor dismounted from the Queen’s bosom. Then they went into the basin and after performing the ghusl, or complete ablution, donned their dresses and retired as they had done before.

When King Shahryar saw this infamy of his wife and concubines, he became as one distraught, and he cried out: “Only in utter solitude can man be safe from the doings of this vile world! By Allah, life is naught but one great wrong.” Presently he added, “Do not thwart me, O my brother, in what I propose.” And the other answered, “I will not.” So he said: “Let us up as we are and depart forthright hence, for we have no concern with kingship, and let us overwander Allah’s earth, worshiping the Almighty till we find someone to whom the like calamity hath happened. And if we find none then will death be more welcome to us than life.”

So the two brothers issued from a second private postern of the palace, and they never stinted wayfaring by day and by night until they reached a tree a-middle of a meadow hard by a spring of sweet water on the shore of the salt sea. Both drank of it and sat down to take their rest. And when an hour of the day had gone by, lo! they heard a mighty roar and uproar in the middle of the main as though the heavens were falling upon the earth, and the sea brake with waves before them and from it towered a black pillar, which grew and grew till it rose skyward and began making for that meadow. Seeing it, they waxed fearful exceedingly and climbed to the top of the tree, which was a lofty, whence they gazed to see what might be the matter. And behold, it was a Jinni, huge of height and burly of breast and bulk, broad of brow and black of blee, bearing on his head a coffer of crystal. He strode to land, wading through the deep, and coming to the tree whereupon were the two Kings, seated himself beneath it. He then set down the coffer on its bottom and out of it drew a casket with seven padlocks of steel, which he unlocked with seven keys of steel he took from beside his thigh, and out of it a young lady to come was seen, whiteskinned and of winsomest mien, of stature fine and thin, and bright as though a moon of the fourteenth night she had been, or the sun raining lively sheen. Even so the poet Utayyah hath excellently said:-

She rose like the morn as she shone through the night

And she gilded the grove with her gracious sight.

From her radiance the sun taketh increase when

She unveileth and shameth the moonshine bright.

Bow down all beings between her hands

As she showeth charms with her veil undight.

And she floodeth cities with torrent tears

When she flasheth her look of levin light.

The Jinni seated her under the tree by his side and looking at her, said: “O choicest love of this heart of mine! O dame of noblest line, whom I snatched away on thy bride night that none might prevent me taking thy maidenhead or tumble thee before I did, and whom none save myself hath loved or hath enjoyed. O my sweetheart! I would lief sleep a little while.” He then laid his head upon the lady’s thighs, and, stretching out hip legs, which extended down to the sea, slept and snored and snarked like the roll of thunder. Presently she raised her head toward the treetop and saw the two Kings perched near the summit. Then she softly lifted off her lap the Jinni’s pate, which she was tired of supporting, and placed it upon the ground, then, standing upright under the tree, signed to the Kings, “Come ye down, ye two, and fear naught from this Ifrit.” They were in a terrible fright when they found that she had seen them, and answered her in the same manner, “Allah upon thee and by thy modesty, O lady, excuse us from coming down!” But she rejoined by saying: “Allah upon you both that ye come down forthright. And if ye come not, I will rouse upon you my husband, this Ifrit, and he shall do you to die by the illest of deaths.” And she continued making signals to them.

So, being afraid, they came down to her, and she rose before them and said, “Stroke me a strong stroke, without stay or delay, otherwise will I arouse and set upon you this Ifrit, who shall slay you straightway.” They said to her: “O our lady, we conjure thee by Allah, let us off this work, for we are fugitives from such, and in extreme dread and terror of this thy husband. How then can we do it in such a way as thou desirest?” “Leave this talk. It needs must be so,” quoth she, and she swore them by Him who raised the skies on high without prop or pillar that if they worked not her will, she would cause them to be slain and cast into the sea. Whereupon out of fear King Shahryar said to King Shah Zaman, “O my brother, do thou what she biddeth thee do.” But he replied, “I will not do it till thou do it before I do.” And they began disputing about futtering her.

Then quoth she to the twain: “How is it I see you disputing and demurring? If ye do not come forward like men and do the deed of kind, ye two, I will arouse upon you the Ifrit.” At this, by reason of their sore dread of the Jinni, both did by her what she bade them do, and when they had dismounted from her, she said, “Well done!” She then took from her pocket a purse and drew out a knotted string whereon were strung five hundred and seventy seal rings, and asked, “Know ye what be these?” They answered her saying, “We know not!” Then quoth she: “These be the signets of five hundred and seventy men who have all futtered me upon the horns of this foul, this foolish, this filthy Ifrit. So give me also your two seal rings, ye pair of brothers.”

When they had drawn their two rings from their hands and given them to her, she said to them: “Of a truth this Ifrit bore me off on my bride night, and put me into a casket and set the casket in a coffer, and to the coffer he affixed seven strong padlocks of steel and deposited me on the deep bottom of the sea that raves, dashing and clashing with waves, and guarded me so that I might remain chaste and honest, quotha! that none save himself might have connection with me. But I have lain under as many of my kind as I please, and this wretched Jinni wotteth not that Destiny may not be averted nor hindered by aught, and that whatso woman willeth, the same she fulfilleth however man nilleth. Even so saith one of them:

“Rely not on women,

Trust not to their hearts,

Whose joys and whose sorrows

Are hung to their parts!

Lying love they will swear thee

Whence guile ne’er departs.

Take Yusuf for sample,

‘Ware sleights and ‘ware smarts!

Iblis ousted Adam

(See ye not?) thro’ their arts.”

Hearing these words, they marveled with exceeding marvel, and she went from them to the Ifrit, and taking up his head on her thigh as before, said to them softly, “Now wend your ways and bear yourselves beyond the bounds of his malice.” So they fared forth saying either to other, “Allah! Allah!” and: “There be no Majesty and there be no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great, and with Him we seek refuge from women’s malice and sleight, for of a truth it hath no mate in might. Consider, O my brother, the ways of this marvelous lady with an Ifrit, who is so much more powerful than we are. Now since there hath happened to him a greater mishap than that which befell us and which should bear us abundant consolation, so return we to our countries and capitals, and let us decide never to intermarry with womankind, and presently we will show them what will be our action.”

Thereupon they rode back to the tents of King Shahryar, which they reached on the morning of the third day. And having mustered the wazirs and emirs, the chamberlains and high officials, he gave a robe of honor to his Viceroy and issued orders for an immediate return to the city. There he sat him upon his throne and, sending for the Chief Minister, the father of the two damsels who (Inshallah!) will presently be mentioned, he said, “I command thee to take my wife and smite her to death, for she hath broken her plight and her faith.” So he carried her to the place of execution and did her die. Then King Shahryar took brand in hand and, repairing to the seraglio, slew all the concubines and their Mamelukes. He also sware himself by a binding oath that whatever wife he married he would abate her maidenhead at night and slay her next morning, to make sure of his honor. “For,” said he, “there never was nor is there one chaste woman upon the face of earth.”

Then Shah Zaman prayed for permission to fare homeward, and he went forth equipped and escorted and traveled till he reached his own country. Meanwhile Shahryar commanded his Wazir to bring him the bride of the night that he might go in to her. So he produced a most beautiful girl, the daughter of one of the emirs, and the King went in unto her at eventide. And when morning dawned, he bade his Minister strike off her head, and the Wazir did accordingly, for fear of the Sultan. On this wise he continued for the space of three years, marrying a maiden every night and killing her the next morning, till folk raised an outcry against him and cursed him, praying Allah utterly to destroy him and his rule. And women made an uproar and mothers wept and parents fled with their daughters till there remained not in the city a young person fit for carnal copulation.

Presently the King ordered his Chief Wazir, the same who was charged with the executions, to bring him a virgin, as was his wont, and the Minister went forth and searched and found none. So he returned home in sorrow and anxiety, fearing for his life from the King. Now he had two daughters, Scheherazade and Dunyazade, hight, of whom the elder had perused the books, annals, and legends of preceding kings, and the stories, examples, and instances of bygone men and things. Indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had purused the works of the poets and knew them by heart, she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts, and accomplishments. And she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred. Now on that day she said to her father: “Why do I see thee thus changed and laden with cark and care? Concerning this matter quoth one of the poets:

“Tell whoso hath sorrow

Grief never shall last.

E’en as joy hath no morrow

So woe shall go past.”

When the Wazir heard from his daughter these words, he related to her, from first to last, all that had happened between him and the King. Thereupon said she: “By Allah, O my father, how long shall this slaughter of women endure? Shall I tell thee what is in my mind in order to save both sides from destruction?” “Say on, O my daughter,” quoth he, and quoth she: “I wish thou wouldst give me in marriage to this King Shahryar. Either I shall live or I shall be a ransom for the virgin daughters of Moslems and the cause of their deliverance from his hands and thine.” “Allah upon thee!” cried he in wrath exceeding that lacked no feeding. “O scanty of wit, expose not thy life to such peril! How durst thou address me in words so wide from wisdom and unfar from foolishness? Know that one who lacketh experience in worldly matters readily falleth into misfortune, and whoso considereth not the end keepeth not the world to friend, and the vulgar say: ‘I was lying at mine ease. Naught but my officiousness brought me unease’.” “Needs must thou,” she broke in, “make me a doer of this good deed, and let him kill me an he will. I shall only die a ransom for others.” “O my daughter,” asked he, “and how shall that profit thee when thou shalt have thrown away thy life?” And she answered, “O my father, it must be, come of it what will!” The Wazir was again moved to fury and blamed and reproached her, ending with, “In very deed I fear lest the same befall thee which befell the bull and the ass with the husbandman.” “And what,” asked she, “befell them, O my father?” Whereupon the Wazir began the Tale Of The Bull And The Ass.

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12 Comments

  1. Oluchi (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    This was a gorgeous entry to read.

  2. Natasha Williams (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    Beautiful skirt!

  3. Marian (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    I am convinced that you need to become a novelist. Your ability to spin delicious images from mere words is a dream. It was wonderful to touch base briefly after the Marc Jacobs show.

    This entry has left beautiful imagery in my head. The skirt and image of you are delightful. I adore how you are caught in the moment in that image.

    Continue to inspire.

    Glam kisses darling,
    Marian.

  4. malika (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    will read head on a pillow, improving my english

    i make a wish love to be a brown girl too in lovely dark blue Prada skirt and leaving in NY, in another life :-)(! new world of “alf layla wa layla”

    agreed, skirt is wonderful ~~~~~~~ on you, nice skin under silk.

  5. malika (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    living in NY or leaving NY on a carpet flying …. 1001 american nights

    • shala (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

      Nice image.

  6. Debra (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    You betta werk!!! That pic is gorge! And what a nice read.

  7. Gigi Guerreiro (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    Shala,

    YOU are an inspiration !!!

    Gorgeous!

  8. robyn (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    What an absolutely compelling read!! The courage to allow self expression, through fashion, do our talking. I could only wish to have been in that restaurant when you came through. My thoughts would have been bravo, you go girl, and I too would have smiled.

    robyn

  9. KIRSTEN (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    Shala, ma souer…. perfection. Nothing less, nothing more. This is what you and your writing are to me!

  10. […] would love you and befriend you. although initially you’d dream of becoming a nobel prize writer, you actually became an art consultant and then editor for arty magazines. bloggers would worship […]

  11. Fabiola "Fab" (Reply) on Sunday 18, 2011

    So glad to have found your blog! :)
    Fabiola
    Xo

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