Dead Bird of Paradise: a bad omen when I walked out the door this morning. A dead bird, feet up, lying twenty feet from my apartment's outside door. I wasn't even surprised when Lourdes, the young Spanish Lawyer never got back to me about our date - Thai and the Indian Art Opening - the dead bird, my heart.
Birth, death, creation, destruction. Shiva the destroyer, how I had necessarily refused an old friend, the dead bird, an omen, Who tells?
At work, this Cuban archivist Maria who has a beautiful butt and always is pushing the envelope with her fashion sense sent out a general e-mail about this 200 years of Haiti's independence event with this writer "Edwidge Danticatt". Voodoo Gods help! Well, I might go to this Haiti thing - I wonder if she'll show ? My eyes.
Empath or Schizophrenia: I showed up myself at the Indian art opening - I had to go (with or without date). As soon as I got there - very very bad vibes. Sick. sick. I used to be sick lin NYC. I'm over about 90% of that now but at this particular art museum in Miami (its happened before here) I get terrible empath vibes - certain people. From the moment I walked in da door and the woman giving the tickets pointing "You're alone". When she said that and "the tours starting" and I heard the curator in thedistance I couldn't!! Something I heard from far away completely prevented me drawing near. I made my way through the rest of the empty museum looking at Renaissance masters - brief comfort in a dogon mask but even so. . .
I had read earlier the introduction to my voodoo book. It said "When the anthropologist arrived, the gods split" - I felt the same way - the Indian gods had all split and the voices were strongly telling me, you split now too messyboy. Rationally, it was really embarassing as I had just arrived and all the ticket ladies would all see me - What could I do? Thank God for the young lovers not with the tour trying to make out in another part of the museum .
Trying to find a place to make out. . .My eyes. Gods returning big time.
Birth, death, creation, destruction. Shiva the destroyer, how I had necessarily refused an old friend, the dead bird, an omen, Who tells?
At work, this Cuban archivist Maria who has a beautiful butt and always is pushing the envelope with her fashion sense sent out a general e-mail about this 200 years of Haiti's independence event with this writer "Edwidge Danticatt". Voodoo Gods help! Well, I might go to this Haiti thing - I wonder if she'll show ? My eyes.
Empath or Schizophrenia: I showed up myself at the Indian art opening - I had to go (with or without date). As soon as I got there - very very bad vibes. Sick. sick. I used to be sick lin NYC. I'm over about 90% of that now but at this particular art museum in Miami (its happened before here) I get terrible empath vibes - certain people. From the moment I walked in da door and the woman giving the tickets pointing "You're alone". When she said that and "the tours starting" and I heard the curator in thedistance I couldn't!! Something I heard from far away completely prevented me drawing near. I made my way through the rest of the empty museum looking at Renaissance masters - brief comfort in a dogon mask but even so. . .
I had read earlier the introduction to my voodoo book. It said "When the anthropologist arrived, the gods split" - I felt the same way - the Indian gods had all split and the voices were strongly telling me, you split now too messyboy. Rationally, it was really embarassing as I had just arrived and all the ticket ladies would all see me - What could I do? Thank God for the young lovers not with the tour trying to make out in another part of the museum .
Trying to find a place to make out. . .My eyes. Gods returning big time.
[Edited on Feb 06, 2004 4:46AM]