Aboard the Helena Pea anchored in the purple shadow of the ‘Explorer’, the tea did not turn out as expected.
“Arare,” said Ginger Ohno, fisherman and card shark. “Made by the Iwachu Company.” He had not yet poured from the cast-iron teapot. “Means ‘hail’ in Japanese.” Ohno held its lithe handle with fingers, which had none of the tapering grace of those of his famous distant uncle, who at that minute was positioned to dance in a recital in the Kanda Kyoritsu Kodo hall in Tokyo.
On a private balcony of the looming ship named Explorer and subtitled ‘Semester At Sea’, a girl was reading a book and drinking Coke-Lite and she did not care much for the Explorer, or her private cabin, or the flat-topped mountain or the blue day, and she certainly did not spend any thoughts on the old Helen Pea and its crew about to drink tea. But in a fish restaurant some cubic gallons of oxygen diagonally away, stood a waiter, a student of three-dimensional computer graphics and he did spot the teapot patterned with a hobnail design. He wondered in the form of numbers at its spout:
{ 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75,
76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83 }
{ 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87,
88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95 }
These all related not so much to the iconic Arare teapot, but to that landmark Utah Teapot.
Regardless of the attention and lack of attention his pot garnered, the distant relative of the ballet dancer Kazuo Ohno tilted the pot in order to pour tea by then well brewed, but what came out?
First something sharp and yellow and long. Ah!
His shipmate squinted. “I’d swear that’s a beak and by the red spot at its top, I’d hazard the beak of a…” He did not have to end the sentence for following on the beak in the good order it should, came a head and then the body of a seagull.
“How the devil did such a plump bird come from that tiny spout?”
“Plump?” said Ohno. “You worry about its plumpness? The question is not how a plump bird came out, but how a bird at all?”
It did not end with a bird though because the gull came knotted up in a long string of lights, old fairy bulbs in blue, green, red, and yellow.
“He has come from the Seapoint promenade!” said a deckhand, also agog. “I swear those there are promenade lights, the festive season lights, the seaside lights.” All hands studied the lights cascading from the cast-iron pot until Ohno realised how the bird was struggling, and so the ballet dancer’s relative fell over himself to catch the bird, to wrap his arms about it. He held the seagull close and was overcome with delight for the beast was fat with smooth feathers and his bird heart beat warmly. Oh and Ho! That was not the end of the strangeness! After the entrails of promenade lights, came bricks, the sand, the railings, a whole heap of running shoes, grass, a putt-putt course with every of its lost balls found, and then by God, the sea, yes the entire ocean – beginning with Three Anchor Bay – came gushing out replete with rocks and weeds and fish and whales – so many kinds of whales, but king among them, Whale Shark, – after them came tankers and yachts, froth and barnacles, rope, bluebottles, used condoms, treasure, translucent octopi, a pound of hellos left unsaid, a Beach Road full of apartment blocks, some dozen dozen cats (including an exotic Bengal belonging to an ornithologist publisher), old arguments, three women in top hats, burnt toast, Coke Lite, a bookshop of broke booksellers, a poet called Creamy, a coffee bar, that ship of American teenagers, then in bronze and very pricey a car hijacking by a famed sculptor, and no, it did not end, soon spluttered forth a whole city complete with crooked politicians, liar Mafiosi, journalists, mountain, peaks, cable car, a string of postcard concubines, a gram of look-the-other-way and even a sky of faraway stars … in fact, when the tea stopped pouring it turned out that instead of the pot holding the tea, the tea was holding the pot. Everything was backwardski, like it is when you look through a prism.
Rim:
{ 102, 103, 104, 105, 4, 5, 6, 7,
8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 }
Body:
{ 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19,
20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 }
{ 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 30, 31, 32,
33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40 }
Lid:
{ 96, 96, 96, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100,
101, 101, 101, 101, 0, 1, 2, 3 }
{ 0, 1, 2, 3, 106, 107, 108, 109,
110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117 }
Handle:
{ 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48,
49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56 }
{ 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60,
61, 62, 63, 64, 28, 65, 66, 67 }
Spout:
{ 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75,
76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83 }
{ 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87,
88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95 }
Vertices:
{ 0.2000, 0.0000, 2.70000 }, { 0.2000, -0.1120, 2.70000 },
{ 0.1120, -0.2000, 2.70000 }, { 0.0000, -0.2000, 2.70000 },
{ 1.3375, 0.0000, 2.53125 }, { 1.3375, -0.7490, 2.53125 },
{ 0.7490, -1.3375, 2.53125 }, { 0.0000, -1.3375, 2.53125 },
{ 1.4375, 0.0000, 2.53125 }, { 1.4375, -0.8050, 2.53125 },
{ 0.8050, -1.4375, 2.53125 }, { 0.0000, -1.4375, 2.53125 },
{ 1.5000, 0.0000, 2.40000 }, { 1.5000, -0.8400, 2.40000 },
{ 0.8400, -1.5000, 2.40000 }, { 0.0000, -1.5000, 2.40000 },
{ 1.7500, 0.0000, 1.87500 }, { 1.7500, -0.9800, 1.87500 },
{ 0.9800, -1.7500, 1.87500 }, { 0.0000, -1.7500, 1.87500 },
{ 2.0000, 0.0000, 1.35000 }, { 2.0000, -1.1200, 1.35000 },
{ 1.1200, -2.0000, 1.35000 }, { 0.0000, -2.0000, 1.35000 },
{ 2.0000, 0.0000, 0.90000 }, { 2.0000, -1.1200, 0.90000 },
{ 1.1200, -2.0000, 0.90000 }, { 0.0000, -2.0000, 0.90000 },
{ -2.0000, 0.0000, 0.90000 }, { 2.0000, 0.0000, 0.45000 },
{ 2.0000, -1.1200, 0.45000 }, { 1.1200, -2.0000, 0.45000 },
{ 0.0000, -2.0000, 0.45000 }, { 1.5000, 0.0000, 0.22500 },
{ 1.5000, -0.8400, 0.22500 }, { 0.8400, -1.5000, 0.22500 },
{ 0.0000, -1.5000, 0.22500 }, { 1.5000, 0.0000, 0.15000 },
{ 1.5000, -0.8400, 0.15000 }, { 0.8400, -1.5000, 0.15000 },
{ 0.0000, -1.5000, 0.15000 }, { -1.6000, 0.0000, 2.02500 },
{ -1.6000, -0.3000, 2.02500 }, { -1.5000, -0.3000, 2.25000 },
{ -1.5000, 0.0000, 2.25000 }, { -2.3000, 0.0000, 2.02500 },
{ -2.3000, -0.3000, 2.02500 }, { -2.5000, -0.3000, 2.25000 },
{ -2.5000, 0.0000, 2.25000 }, { -2.7000, 0.0000, 2.02500 },
{ -2.7000, -0.3000, 2.02500 }, { -3.0000, -0.3000, 2.25000 },
{ -3.0000, 0.0000, 2.25000 }, { -2.7000, 0.0000, 1.80000 },
{ -2.7000, -0.3000, 1.80000 }, { -3.0000, -0.3000, 1.80000 },
{ -3.0000, 0.0000, 1.80000 }, { -2.7000, 0.0000, 1.57500 },
{ -2.7000, -0.3000, 1.57500 }, { -3.0000, -0.3000, 1.35000 },
{ -3.0000, 0.0000, 1.35000 }, { -2.5000, 0.0000, 1.12500 },
{ -2.5000, -0.3000, 1.12500 }, { -2.6500, -0.3000, 0.93750 },
{ -2.6500, 0.0000, 0.93750 }, { -2.0000, -0.3000, 0.90000 },
{ -1.9000, -0.3000, 0.60000 }, { -1.9000, 0.0000, 0.60000 },
{ 1.7000, 0.0000, 1.42500 }, { 1.7000, -0.6600, 1.42500 },
{ 1.7000, -0.6600, 0.60000 }, { 1.7000, 0.0000, 0.60000 },
{ 2.6000, 0.0000, 1.42500 }, { 2.6000, -0.6600, 1.42500 },
{ 3.1000, -0.6600, 0.82500 }, { 3.1000, 0.0000, 0.82500 },
{ 2.3000, 0.0000, 2.10000 }, { 2.3000, -0.2500, 2.10000 },
{ 2.4000, -0.2500, 2.02500 }, { 2.4000, 0.0000, 2.02500 },
{ 2.7000, 0.0000, 2.40000 }, { 2.7000, -0.2500, 2.40000 },
{ 3.3000, -0.2500, 2.40000 }, { 3.3000, 0.0000, 2.40000 },
{ 2.8000, 0.0000, 2.47500 }, { 2.8000, -0.2500, 2.47500 },
{ 3.5250, -0.2500, 2.49375 }, { 3.5250, 0.0000, 2.49375 },
{ 2.9000, 0.0000, 2.47500 }, { 2.9000, -0.1500, 2.47500 },
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{ 3.2000, -0.1500, 2.40000 }, { 3.2000, 0.0000, 2.40000 },
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{ 0.0000, -0.8000, 3.15000 }, { 0.0000, 0.0000, 2.85000 },
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{ 0.7840, -1.4000, 2.40000 }, { 0.0000, -1.4000, 2.40000 },
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{ 0.7280, -1.3000, 2.40000 }, { 0.0000, -1.3000, 2.40000 },
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October 15th, 2009 @10:39 #
Dear Alex! What a party going on in your head -- never mind the spatial physics. Loved the Utah teapot...
October 15th, 2009 @11:39 #
Awesome (to fall back into American mode). Reminds me of parts of Antjie Krog's A Change of Tongue, which contains binary code.
October 16th, 2009 @06:02 #
Helen it could very well be a Jellicle Ball with Karina’s naughty kitties … Mozart, Glinka and Salieri met me at the front door last night, a welcoming party (hallway caper?)… never usually do that – I knew something was afoot. Yes, and it was – they’d eaten a whole cat-shaped box of treats while I was out. … the teapots (teapots in general, but these especially) are awesome, and for tea from an Arare pot the best places I know are the new teahouse at Origins, and the One-And-Only, but that’s nicest around midnight, otherwise too corporate for happy tea.
October 16th, 2009 @09:10 #
Alex, I am addicted. I read these things with a perfect mixture of trepidation and delight, they are fascinating to me in the same way that marquetry, or wasabi, or beekeeping, or traffic flow is.
October 16th, 2009 @09:53 #
Mozart, Glinka and Salieri are extremely clever -- the only kitties I know capable of working in concert, although I'd still love to know how they get into those boxes of treats. I suggest a hidden kitty-cam. AR, that is an utterly priceless comment. Can't we all pay 5 cents a month to install you as a Lifetime Reader of Posts?
October 16th, 2009 @10:26 #
Noways Helen, no charge! That would make it a real job, something I seem to be absolutely determined never to have again.
October 18th, 2009 @09:22 #
Hi Ho not yet had enough espresso this fine Sunday to respond fittingly to terrifying lovely comments like that ar … something much more beekeeperish and awesome/ful - the best, very very best novel of the 20th century (well for this moment dazzling) found me, yes, its by a Frenchman and it happened upon me in its new Vintage red jacket, phew, and the concept … concept is almost everything … is so beyond brilliant, it’s made a Gollum of me, keeping it close, not wanting even to speak his name to anyone, but say the word ar and I’ll smoke signal you the title of He That Shall Not Be Named … could easily be you’ve already read it.
October 19th, 2009 @11:06 #
The word. The word. The word... o, yes please, give us a puff of the precious, Alex... we just wants a little sniff, we'll never tell out loud, promisssss!
October 19th, 2009 @18:09 #
Smoke signals are a problem in this ‘species of space’ ar, but I’ll try.
Featured smoking here is not exactly HE, but a contemporary of his (whose wife named Clara told HE that ‘a parachute jump was like having psychoanalysis’) and along with his cigarette this featured fellow comes with the first word of The Title:
http://images.google.com/hosted/life/l?imgurl=b6e21c9b2a4353b6&q=paris%20apartment%20smoking%20source:life&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dparis%2Bapartment%2Bsmoking%2Bsource:life%26hl%3Den
Next add one of these:
http://www.picturetopeople.org/images/tutorials/smoke_text/ab_smoke_arial.jpg
And then two of these:
http://images.owneriq.net/download/images/9/904b784c-190b-42de-a154-0bb1fe4ebf81-000001.png
And you have it!
(Also HE can do without E.)
October 19th, 2009 @23:32 #
Alex-Camel, you are a fiend.
But 60 gauloises later, cough, this must be HE - http://tinyurl.com/yhgj36q
N’est-ce pas? And a most wicked kitty for Helen with that, too.
And as for the precious, Euler said, non! Pas possible! Or maybe he said nyet. Wait, possibly he said nein. He could’ve said all three actually and with many more exclamation marks, but however he said it, he was wrong about the GraecoRoman thingamajiggie wasn’t he? Because here’s a whole book built out of it, it seems. We will findsss a copy sssoonest.
Most excellent species of space for smoke signals, this internet creature turns out to be. But they were such good signals though... *happy sigh*
October 20th, 2009 @06:48 #
Zounds! ar you rapscallion! You have HE … Woundikins me! but you may not find HE …HE be hens teeth in lotus land. *slinks off with Precious to forage for morning victuals*
October 20th, 2009 @11:45 #
Lovely kitty, and thanks for doing the translation, AR. (What have you and the Camel been smoking?)
October 21st, 2009 @11:20 #
If I am collecting anything at present it is exclamations of woe, for as you predicted Alex it is not any title by HE, and certainly not the Precious. More impossible than finding tales about shears. I may resort to thievery, so take care lest while on a forage you find that that granadilla vine you’re sitting under is not a vine like other vines at all, but a familiar of mine with pickpocket tendencies...
It’s gauloises, Helen, what else? And great gulps of Pastis mixed with crème soda.