(In which, we are proud to announce the launch of “Terry.”) It has to be spread out, the skin of this planet, has to be ironed, the sea in its whiteness; and the hands keep moving, smoothing the holy surfaces. In Praise of Ironing, PABLO NERUDA * * * It has to be loved the way a laundress loves her linens, the way she moves her hands caressing the fine muslins knowing their warp and woof, like a lover coaxing, or a mother praising. It has to be loved as if it were embroidered with flowers and birds and two…