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my dream

Owl recorded my dream.  Listen:  cosmic dream radio.

I woke up yesterday.  This is what I remember:

bird's shadow blackensleave 2 candles burning/ do i go out again

I can’t help but think that some of this was due to one of phoenix’ flaming billet doux.

But there was no ash on my pillow when I woke up?

zeppelins?

I was so focused on my first movie!  Now that it is released, wide swathes of  languor billow in the obelisk, revealing sun, casting shade.   I sit inside it.  Mindlessness after intense focus is very pleasant for a while.

My first movie was a response to a question from a reader….how did I get into my obsidian obelisk?  Please do not hesitate to ask me any questions you might have about odalisque-hood!  It is my custom to be as forthright and delightful as possible.  You can ask questions via the comments, or by email at:

One reader question that I have not answered?   Odalisque, would you accept a caller who arrived by zeppelin?

My first exploration of this question resulted in this image:

Hmmm.  I will consider the implications of this image, and by so doing, the question.

More on that later.

Owl has buried the cupid costume in my heap of sand.  I’m still waiting for word of Henriette.

–The Odalisque

My window. Birds.

 

conversations with birds: when birds dream.

flying people          human souls

When birds dream, it is of walking.   In their dreams—in a meadow or a forest or a city (…ice floes, burlap of desert, carefully tilled fields lined with stones…) (…but never never the sea…)—they put one foot in front of the other for miles and miles.  This lasts all night and is always exquisite.

Awake, their breasts pump like bloody hearts as they pummel their feathery selves into air.   The night’s pleasure shapes their imaged souls as an upright creature whose step is proportioned in ideal measure for progress and contemplation.  This image dwells—not in atmosphere nor air (and never never in the sea…)—on earth where birds’ souls,  they imagine, are on two long legs released.

Xie Zhiliu

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