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The only way I can express the DELIGHT I take in the DELIGHTFUL solstice gift I received from Hawk is

to make a special scrapbook page so you, too, can APPRECIATE the CLEVERNESS, THOUGHTFULNESS, SPEED, PRECISION and PROWESS that is Hawk.  Hawk has provided just what I always wanted–no, WANT is too paltry a word for that which the soul has PINED without even knowing it pined, so nonexistent was the pining.

I have always wanted a SQUIRREL TAIL.

Why does an odalisque want a squirrel tail?

Why WOULDN’T she want a squirrel tail?  Think of all the exciting things one can DO with a squirrel tail.

Are you thinking of these wonderful things?

I am thinking of them, too, or trying my best, as I hold this severed fur marvel in my hands, stupefied with

astonishment

at

how

FASHIONABLE it is.  Thank you, Hawk, for this VERY FASHIONABLE gift.

 

squirrel fashion

fashionable Odalisque in authentic squirrel tail

 

oh no.  alas alack.  Owl is swallowing my newest fashion accessory.  alack alas.

owl_squirreltail

 

quelle tragédie.

what am I talking about?

 

–The Odalisque

jacket? tie?

I showed off my party dress.  So the birds are ready to dance.  They’ve brought out their best.

If I could only dance with one, which would I choose?

fashionable black swan (2)

I like that black swan brings me fetid flowers.  The book could be a gift or maybe black swan intends to read to me later.  I hope not.  There’s nothing worse than long phrases comparing odalisques to astronomical bodies, natural phenomena, or flowers.  How can you enjoy yourself when everything you do reminds someone of the moon?  I’ve been to the moon, and it’s nothing to throw garlands at.  Stop talking about the moon.  I am The Odalisque!  transparent bar

drastic / fire-fair/ one two three one two three/ we / combustible

Fetid flowers or… a dead branch?

The branch is for me to hold when we dance, so I don’t catch on fire.  That might be a trick, though, because Phoenix really wants me to burn.  At least if I dance with Phoenix, there is a window nearby.  I will need to stick my head out into that high, clear air, after a whirl in Phoenix’s flagrant embrace.transparent bar  fashionable crow-as-parrot

Crow-as-parrot offers to lead me through greener pastures.  Crow has a message but I’ve already opened it.  Or did Crow open it first and scramble the intended meaning?  Crow wears the fool’s hat.  Crow, where are we going?

transparent bar fashionable starlings (2)The starlings clothe themselves in the soft robes of nightfall.  It is the hour of murmuration.  Behind them, obscure.  If I allow myself to be taken in their arms I will be the space between earth and sky consecrated by their hushed, joyful swarm.  I will be the ever-evolving absence of thousands of birds.

transparent barfashionable hawk (2)

Hawk, discretely, but superbly dressed, waits beneath an ordinary chandelier. The silk dress is for changing into when Hawk tires of leading.

Hawk carries a scarlet fan for me: when I want everyone to go away I will hide my face like ostrich sticking its head in the sand.  Everyone knows: leave me alone.

Hawk is thoughtful in that way.

I will dance with Hawk.

Black Swan, aghast, is sputtering phrases from the book.  The phrases aren’t about me or the moon!   They’re all about Black Swan!  Typical.  Black Swan, do you remember how to call out, over the marsh, the wild, mute cry of your forebearers?  If so, I will dance with you.

Fashionable birds.  See how they first made their fashion fetish known here, or click the Fashion tag for that and more.

–The Odalisque

my party dress

I have so much to say it’s hard to say anything at all.  So many loose threads:

Plus my visits to outer-space…  I am having a hard time organizing all these threads.

So, to sea with the threads.  Let’s talk about something that isn’t a thread but IS very popular:

handwriting fashion

*!*Fashion!*!

Fashion is a pleasant distraction from most critical issues.  (To browse all my FASHIONable posts click the FASHION tag).   In my first message about FASHION  I listed all the clothes I own.  I’ve shown you my SWIMSUIT, but not my PARTY DRESS.

Here I am in my party dress:

fashionable odalisque in coat, plumed cap, and seashells,  with red coral and notebook paper

I made it myself.

If you miss me while I’m cocooning in loose threads, you can watch MY MOVIE

HOW I GOT INTO THE OBESLISK,

which debuted last year right about NOW.

Now now now now…

Maybe I should make another movie out of thread.

No.  That won’t help at all.

–The Odalisque

partydress (interior)

I made it while I waited
at the sea shore for
?

birds in hats

As I mentioned in my last post, the birds think I should hang out on the sea shore this summer.   To distract them from this discomforting vein of conversation, I indulge their penchant for FASHION.

The birds like trying on hats.

Black Swan likes hats more than anybody.  Black Swan would like me to do a whole series of portraits entitled “CROWNING THE INEFFABLE:  Hats O EPHEMERAL GARNISHING Across the Centuries as CLASSICALLY DISPLAYED Upon the TIMELESS HEAD of the Rare BLACK SWAN.”

I refused and made him share a portrait with Hawk:

hats for black swan & hawk

Hawk was deeply moved by the metaphysics of the plumed, dove-white hat, bound as it is by a ribbon of blue sky.  I don’t really understand Hawk’s line of thinking; it has something to do with avian creation myths.

Starlings swarm beneath a veil as if it were mist over the autumn brocade of the marsh grasses:

hat for starlings

Crow-as-parrot with a parrot in a hat so naïve, I think it is surreal:

hat for crow as parrot

The phoenix thinks this hat is bad-ass, especially with a ruched tunic:

hat for phoenix

I put on a hat, too.  The birds suddenly silenced themselves; their heads cocked to eye my every move with beady-black intensity.

They thought I might be going outside:

Odalisque in a hat for the shore

WHERE ARE YOU GOING!! squawked Parrot-that-was-crow.

I could go outside.  If I knew where to go.

–The Odalisque

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
  [click to enlarge]

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

fashionable owl!

I forgot the owl!

Owl was not into fashion like the other birds.

Regard Owl, irritated, on the shoulder of an odalisque.

fashionable Owl/contorted Odalisque

fashionable birds part 4

Fourth and final in my series of Immortal Portraits of my FASHIONable friends.

Crow insisted I make the first portrait.   I’m sure it’s some kind of trick.

The second portrait is more representative.

Crow approved them both.

crow?

fashionable Crow

(Conversations with crow are indexed in the “Crow” category to your right.)

fashionable birds part 3

Third in a series of Immortal Portraits of my FASHIONable friends.

fashionable phoenix

fashionable starlings

(Conversations with both birds are indexed in the categories to your right.)

fashionable birds part 2

Second in a series of Immortal Portraits of my very FASHIONable friends:

As usual, hawk was torn between el duende and the desire for repose.   We went with el duende, I am delighted to say.

trying on repose

fashionable hawk (el duende)

(Conversations with hawk are indexed in the “hawk” category to your right.)

fashionable birds

Sunday I published a post on FASHION.   Monday morning, I was abruptly aroused  by a commotion.  The birds were prodding, poking, mooning at the window, desperate for me to roll over and let them in.

Miffed by their presumptuousness, but now awake,  I climbed out of bed to make a small breakfast.  I watched the kettle boil (it does happen, but it takes a long long time, as I anticipated), and sat idle for a full six-minute tea steep.  I baked a bun from scratch, ate it morsel by morsel, dropping all sorts of desirable crumbs which the birds could not eat.   I read my very first piece of mail seven times seven times over.    At last, I opened the window.

To a spazzle-dazzle flurry of highly-excited, almost agitated birds.

Apparently, birds are very FASHIONable, a fact I had failed to observe in all my days in the obelisk (though I had noticed the black swan’s exorbitant vanity).

All week damask and leather occlude my view, collars and pantaloons sail over my head, shifts and roses hover mid-air, borne in beaks of birds.  Or claws.  There are swords in here.  Ridiculous stockings.  A crook-necked staff?  Jewel boxes.

FASHION squawk the birds, preening.  REGARD ME.

To appease them, I’m making portraits.   Immortal Portraits of my FASHIONable friends, the birds.

REGARD THEM.

First, the black swan, of course:

fashionable black swan

(Conversations with the black swan are indexed in the “Black Swan” category to your right.)

fashion

The owl suggests that, after my recent rampage through gloom, bleakness, and crepuscular carnage, I write about something fun and frivolous to acquaint you with the more adorable side of an odalisque.   Fun, frivolous– both start with F suggesting I write about FASHION, one of wordpress’ more popular topics.  There are lots of very enjoyable blogs about what to wear/when to wear/ways to wear/what other people are wearing.

You may have noticed that most of the time I am wearing nothing but my head.

O!  My heads!  I’m sure it is my heads that wear my body.  My heads, like monks, waitresses, and attendants to flight, always don the same bodily uniform.  But they themselves are rapturous conglomerations of fallacy, frenzy, fortitude, fantasy and fanfare…words that start with F just like FASHION.

My heads are made of paper, tarnished pewter, fire, lapis lazuli, gold-leaf.  I have been known to bedeck my neck with samurai lanterns and a saint’s garland, a compass,  or no more than a feather!

I like to accessorize my heads with arrows.  Recently, when portraying gloom, I let loose the ornament of my hair.

I do have traditional clothing.  Have you admired my fantastic coat which I sometimes wear around my waist, other times draped around my shoulders?  My coat changes size…sometimes it’s so large it shelters me like a tent!   Or, it’s quite small– I tuck it inside a teapot to hide it from the crow, who is attracted to its shiny threads.  Every odalisque needs a fantastic coat to keep her warm and dazzling in dark times.

I also have an Edo period kimono, a gauze dress, a swim-suit, and a favorite party outfit.

I’ll write more about these topics in weeks to come.

Why does the phoenix want me to garb myself in fire?

–The Odalisque

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