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posted by la kara @ 16:19 1 comments

22.11.06

A man with a brief case and a pointy head walks forward with his feet facing backwards -- two steps back, one step forward. Not going anywhere fast. He’s dancing with a cactus and his long nose nudges her into the waltz, he cannot hide his tail which blossoms flatulence. Stuck on his treadmill, he wallows in the fragrance. The cactus tries her best to flee the scene.

At the base lies a scorpion. She holds up a mountain of flames that spark a pear-shaped flame person. This flame person stands on two legs but has more arms beetle-like and serious as she offers up a horse-head shaped flare thick to kiss the steam and smoke that billows like a ghost or a blobby plume balloon heavy against gravity. Like speaking to the oracle quizzical or the genie in the bottle at the mountain-top we watch and wait the flame-woman’s arms extended.


This mountain becomes the haunches of an antelope resting calm. His back to all this begging and standing still, he contemplates the horizon tilted but inviting. His profile is regal. Several figures hide away in his horns. Two koras or maids balance, backs arched. One standing on tiptoe head high supporting the weight of the second kneeling, knees held buoyant by the first’s forehead. They face a worried queen, enthroned. The queen sits eye to eye with the first lady in waiting, and hands her the key. Their fingertips graze one another and the both look down instead of catching each others’ gaze.

This all happens in a secluded cave pillared and protected from the world outside.

posted by la kara @ 16:01 0 comments

20.11.06

you sit beneath a tree blooming, billowing. I am one of many small winged creatures lifting off up out of your hands, palms open to the sky. The tree protects us. It is thick and bustling. Its branches pushing up and out like fireworks ecstatic and bursting.

You sit, serious. Palms open. You look down. you look up. You will take your time. Yes you too are excited by the strength of the tree, its leaves vibrant, but you also look down at your hands. You urge us, small winged creatures to fly, fly fly. But for you, the way is slower. One baby step at a time. You must enjoy the shade and protection of the tree for now. Once you are rested and strong, you will stand and walk along the road before you. and we will fly above your shoulders, brightly. The road runs like a stream to the tree feeding its roots.

In the distance, steam and smoke puffs and billows from low craters. Too much heat below ground to hold back.

posted by la kara @ 08:16 0 comments

12.11.06

a whirling dervish strides before me. confident, right foot forward. Your arms open and twist, your head cocks with feathers pluming from your crown. Your thick skirt swings with your hips. You walk one direction, but your head turns and pulls you back. Your arms become wings that do not fly, a chicken, a turkey, a peacock - a bird grounded.

You stand before a waterfall fluttering rapid. Young girls and small animals plunge upstream to meet you. they run and jump at your heels.

Me I stand on the edge of the moon of the sea, a puddle shrinking in your shadow. I lift my arm waving a torch, painting the scene with flames. I am small and straddle two rocky cliffs. The fire leaves smoke rings. You float and flutter among the billowing frosty air. You move between the ripples of smoke and ash, ‘now you see me, now…’

posted by la kara @ 07:45 0 comments