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bellyful of light

owl_handwriting_owlagainHELLO.

ODALISQUE IS POOR SCRAPBOOK MAKER THESE DAYS.

DO YOU KNOW WHY?

OWL KNOWS WHY.

OWL TAKES HATS FROM SIMPLE RUNNING FOLK TO WEIGH DOWN ODALISQUE BRAIN.

TO NO AVAIL.

COLD IT IS AND HARD TO FLY.

OWL WANTS STARLING FOR FOOD.

ODALISQUE SAYS NO.

BUT STARLINGS ARE SO MANY AND OWL ONLY ONE.  WHY NOT EAT A STARLING, ODALISQUE?  WARM STARLING BLOOD SQUIRTS THICK IN OWL GULLET.

ODALISQUE SCOWLS AT UNCIVILIZED OWL.

STARLINGS MAKE PICTURES IN THE SKY.  STARLINGS SWARM.  STARLINGS TWITTER UP DAWN  FEED ON MARSH GRASSES THAT FEED ON LIGHT.  STARLINGS, SOMETIMES, WEAR HATS, AND ARE FASHIONABLE.  STARLINGS LIKE OWL FLY.

OWL SEES FROM OBELISK LAND BLISTERING COLD.  STARVED.

FEED ME FEATHERS FED ON GRASS THAT ON THE SUN FEEDS.

NOCTURNAL OWL SEEKS SUNLIGHT
SOLAR FUEL POWERS NIGHTLY FLIGHT.
SUN IS STAR WHOSE LIGHT OWL EATS
IN BIRD AND MOUSE FROM BLADE AND SEED,
ODALISQUE, IN CUSHIONED NIGHT
OWL WINGS ARE QUIET, OWL CLAWS PRECISE.
OWL IS UNCIVIL, OWL DOES NOT SLEEP
OWL HUNTS FOR LIFE TO ON LIGHT FEED.

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odalisque in a teapot (happy new year 2!)

Happy New Year!  Here on the seashore, we operate on obelisk time, and two years ago today I moved into my towering home.  Happy New Year!

Last year we celebrated with fire.  This year I’m just chilling in my teapot.  It is very cold in the obelisk.

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This year Henriette escaped from her prison (where is she where is she?), I watched the same movie over and over again, Crow became Parrot and started asking existential questions, I dreamed in sound, the phoenix sent me several flaming notes, and I redid my home page.

These are my favorite scrapbook pages from the past year:

Thank you everyone who shared my scrapbook pages with their friends…more people saw me because of you!

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–The Odalisque

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warm

the ice has melted, unchaining the cold.

do you think I don’t care?  The dictionary inelegantly defines vortex as “a mass of spinning air, liquid, etc., that pulls things into its center”.   it is good to be centered, but not when that center is supposed to be your north pole.

in the summer, the poles will miss this cold, and the ice will melt more than it ought too, exposing corpses, campsites, fossils of people who lived there thousands of years ago.  they will decompose before we learn anything from them.  they lived in the climate we soon inherit.   who died and left it to us?  a miniscule planet’s ecosystem, exhausted by our habitation.

so much sadness.  salt waters rise.

do you think i want this?  i wanted to throw open the window and throw a  dazzling balcony smile at a sparkling sea.  but i got hit in the teeth with cold like the sea threw up a handful of ice (or was it you, did you do this to me?).  I am sitting on the middle of the earth under a lopsided arctic wind and I don’t have the right clothes.

crow/parrot and phoenix are conducting experiments.  crow is flash-freezing eggs on a branch outside, then phoenix slowly heats them on the stone sill.  owl tells me this is the latest in culinary technology.  that’s interesting but will it be ready for teatime?

maybe I’ll burn myself some fossil fuels.  put the teapot on the fire and crawl inside.

i’m so cold i think i can feel the heat reflected off the moon.

odalisque_warmhandsmeager ———->  adequate
–The Odalisque

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