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teapot postcard 2

my teapot delivers postcards directly to my desk.

my teapot delivers postcards directly to my desk.

 

Postcard back--Phoenix

Where is my coat?

I wish I would get a real postcard from Henriette.

 

HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK

One of you, fair readers, wrote:  “Odalisque, your obelisk is very tall, and you say it is made of obsidian–a glass-like volcanic rock–with ‘no chinks for the intrepid to grip‘.  So how did you get into it?”

I rested my chin in my palm and got all misty-eyed, gazing towards an empty sea.

Why do I hate the ocean?  What good are bird friends?  Why does every odalisque need a fantastic coat?   I, The Odalisque, reveal all (even my head) in my first very low-budget movie (shot entirely on scrapbook paper):  everything I remember about HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK.

Rated X for cerebral exposure and unexpected violence.

Links to:

See the movie poster

See the publicity photos

Read about my heads

Read about my coat

My feelings about the ocean

How I avoid type-casting

BONUS FEATURE:  my SWIM-SUIT

Thank you for looking.  Thank you.

–The Odalisque

movie poster

Hot off the press!  The publicity poster for my home-made  movie, which will soon be released.

COMING SOON TO A GLOWING SCREEN VERY NEAR YOU

HOW I GOT INTO THE OBELISK

a movie shot entirely on paper

my first movie poster

FEATURING (in order of appearance)

The Odalisque

A Fish

A Coat

Crow

Phoenix

Starlings

Black Swan

Hawk

and a minor, unmemorable appearance by a typical siren.

Henriette

I’ve had terrible news.  Owl breezed in with all-the-news-fit-to-print, in which I found an article about an old friend, Henriette.  (read the article Odalisque in Red Pants here.)

me & Henriette back in the day

Henriette has, for the past decade or so,  led an austere, artistic life in the southwest desert, as the article states.   She was an example to me, The Odalisque, when I came to my obelisk.  I have these snapshots from Henriette …it’s hard to even look at them now….

snapshots from Henriette in the desert

Henriette has been captured!  Packed in a red tube (don’t let that industry double-speak fool you…she was bound in red harem pants,  then rolled up in a sumptuous Turkish rug) and handed off to authorities who will return her to a dank basement where, the article says, no one will appreciate her!

Can you imagine what it means for an odalisque to be amongst people who do not appreciate her?  It is one thing to be a solitary odalisque as I am, but to be in the public eye but dismissed?!   Even worse, the article says she will be spited as a bourgeois.   Henriette?  A bourgeois?  Long, long ago poor odalisques ASPIRED to the bourgeoisie.  No more!  Henriette and I are beyond your conventions oh wretched outer-world.  Leave us alone!

I want to help Henriette  if only with kind words and assurance that she has a friend.  I blush with shame at my hesitation.  For I, The Odalisque, am afraid.  If “they” know about me, will they snatch me, too?  Where would they take me, these authorities?

I comfort myself with the thought that I have birds for friends…far more useful than the company of bones, which Henriette preferred.   Birds can fly and spy and deflect and bring warnings.

What should I do for pauvre Henriette?

Here is the picture that keeps appearing in the newspapers.  What no one but I notice–because I, also, am an odalisque– is that Henriette still has her COAT.  As I said in an earlier post…every odalisque needs a fantastic coat for dark times…

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

coat

Lovers!   Do not fling your carefully embroidered coat beneath the feet of your beloved!  His beauty is appallingly evident but

you’ve pretty plumage, too.   Keep the coat.  There is a field littered with the stones that struck the sky’s tarnished mirror.  The cracks in its mirror are trees.  When you walk that field, wrap your coat close.  It will startle the landscape with a mis-stroke of color.  Tenderly, tenderly it will open (like an undergarment) for whomever watches, waits (tending what sure fire?)  for you to come home.


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