Archive | June 2012

my swim-suit

Summer is upon us!  It’s time to feature, as promised in my sensationally popular post FASHION,  my swim-suit.

In my post  Odalisques & the Ocean I described the sea as teeming with crepuscular carnage:

(Hail the living ocean the wreckage of shore!  The dark things that sift through the muck of its floor.   The fish, angels of numbness, glittering like jewels in a crypt.  The eels and spiny things, glass-eyed, lidless conglomerations of hideousness both repellent and fascinating.)

Ages ago I happened upon the perfect swim-suit for braving the high seas.  My very fashionable swim-suit is a super-hot metallic with jewels and gilding strategically placed to accentuate my odalisquan curves:

my swimsuit
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I love my swim-suit!  I always stand-out at the beach, and best of all, I feel confident and secure, prepared for anything the sea might spit at me!   I always wear a bathing cap to protect my head in case of unforeseen collisions with crashing rocks.  This one has goggles built in so when I’m underwater I can open my eyes to defend myself.  I swim with a sword, as well as my pen, which appears to deter ships, even when I’m drowning.

If hawk is planning a visit,  I could stab us a fish!

–The Odalisque

astronomical truths

[email subscribers–owl’s right claw hit the wrong button on Monday when editing this, and you got an incomplete draft sent to you on an astronomically un-important day.  Here  is the complete, illustrated  post for the solstice!]

Today, the earth bows as far as it can towards the sun.

How do you view the world?

Is it the first day of summer or the last long day, the pivot that precedes decline, the inevitable retreat into dark December?

Today is  a straightforward crosshatch in the earth’s wobbly pirouette, demanding neither faith nor persuasion.  It is an astronomical fact.   An undemanding event.  No eclipse, no rare hailstorm of ice singeing a slice of visible sky, no celestial alignment approached over multiple life times.  Annually the earth tilts forward, equalizes, tilts back, equalizes, and it will do so (most likely) every year of your brief life.

Go out.  Stand.  Face the sun.  Tilt forward.  The year will pass.  Stand upright.  Bend backwards, like grass, like a whole planet repeating, dipping, bowing, turning aside, tilting a-right,  never static and yet never deviating from its path,  half in, half out, of nuclear light.

fizzy beverages

(about my heads here.)

Movie Night! A Woman There Was

In  MOVIE NIGHT I wrote about Owl & I’s proclivity for the lost films of Theda Bara.   Last night we watched A WOMAN THERE WAS, a film made in 1919 which is now considered to be lost.  In this film, Theda played Princess Zara.

movie night in the obelisk

A WOMAN THERE WAS

SCENE: A corporate board room, high above the metropolis.

(Bird shadows from birds, out-of-frame, move through otherwise spare room: shiny, long table.  carpet.   chairs.)

 (ZARA at wall of glass, looks out.  Revery: sweet gag petal wad swallowing torn flower.  Rosy fumbles.  Tissue.)

 (A bird hits the glass.)

 (Delicate fracturing.)

 (ZARA touches finger to crystalline cracks.)

 (ZARA abruptly turns to door.)

 (PAGE enters with cart.  Tea is served.  PAGE departs.)

 (Upon tray, an unmarked letter.)

 (ZARA reads: decry whisper lonely embrace–)

 (-reclining lovely abandon–)

 (-creased marker remind no–)

 (Despair.)

 (CLOSE-UP: hand-writing.)

 I hope you will let me come to your court from time to time.  As the wind comes.  Then goes.

 (ZARA’s mouth opens as in O.)

 (Sob.)

 (Sobs.)

 (Sobbing.)

 (Subside.)

 (Crumple wretched paper note.)

 (CLOSE-UP: ZARA’s tear-streaked face tightening like puddles freezing o’er with ice.  Her upper lip curves like an archer’s bow:)

 INTERTITLE
“I HOLD NO COURT BUT WITH BIRDS ON THE WING.
IF THE WIND COMES, I HAVE SUMMONED IT.
IF NOT, I HAVE BOTTLED IT.”

 “BEWARE.”

(VIEW FROM DOOR: ZARA drinks tea.  Shadows assemble.  Thousands of birds gather, hovering, outside.)

END OF SCENE

Publicity Poster for A WOMAN THERE WAS

Publicity Poster for A WOMAN THERE WAS

Movie Night! Under the Yoke

In MOVIE NIGHT I wrote about Owl & I’s proclivity for the lost films of Theda Bara.   Last night we watched UNDER THE YOKE, a film made in 1918 which is now considered lost.  In this film, Theda played Maria Valverda.

movie night in the obelisk


UNDER THE YOKE


SCENE
:  Forest, early spring.

(Gnats, infinitesimal murmuration, in a shaft of light.  )

(Cinnamon ferns, sporing.)

(MARIA upon forest floor, drowses.)

(Around her body ephemerals flower in visionary time-lapse.)

(Lured be.  Hepatica.  Bloodroot. Dicentra Cucullaria.)

INTERTITLE
LADY, LADY, BOREAL BE.
WITHOUT IS NOT THROUGH, THROUGH IS NOT TOWARDS.
LIFT UP YOUR SKIRTS!  BESTOW YOUR FAVOR.

(CLOSE-UP:  MARIA within corona of ephemerals.  Encroaching ominous bar-shaped shadow. )

(Muzzle slides under chin, nuzzles soft of throat.  Presses.)

(Lurid be.  Hepatica.  Bloodroot. Cucullaria. 

(VIEW FROM TREES: MAN stands over MARIA pressing rifle to her throat.  Their bodies at ease.  Hers, langorous, as if rising to the surface of a pond.)

INTERTITLE
BOUND HOME.  BOUND.  BY CREEPERS AND THORNS.

(CLOSE-UP: her eyes.  Ineluctable weary.)

END OF SCENE

Movie Night!

It’s movie night in the obelisk!

I sometimes watch movies in the obelisk.  The movies I watch are always full of stars (see above).  I’m particularly fond of the lost films of Theda Bara, because there is no extant footage.   I like films that make me think.

When I’m in the mood for mindless entertainment, I watch the films of Theda Bara.  They are SO melodramatic,  reminding me of my life if my life was filmed through a lens that reversed everything, like relationship and character.  Also, my life has never been so black and white.  I prefer a 19th or even 18th century palate, preferably in oil.  Odalisques, in general, are best rendered in flesh tones, unless you are Matisse, who, though he drew many odalisques in color, could quintessence our curves in a single voluptuous line.

Theda Bara’s eyes are often voluptuously lined.

The owl always watches movies with me, which is fortunate because owl eyes are very receptive to low-light.  I always know what’s going on in the movie, thanks to Owl.

I’ve made a new category called “Movie Night!” and will start scrapbooking our favorite scenes from the movies we watch.

The movies we see never in any way resemble the publicity materials Owl finds in the world-wide-web.

Strange.

–The Odalisque

Theda Bara & bird

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