Just more manifestions that I needed to be sure you have seen! I am thinking of all of you that did not get to come for whatever reason, those who thought they did not want to come and then regretted not coming, those who were there and are missing it already and those who are still there for the party. And we are always thinking of all of you who will be there long past our departure getting it ready so we can come again, thank you.
As you can tell, I had a great time at [BM] I loved the weather, thanks for that big party in the desert!
Affinity, a Burner since 2000, was legally married on the Playa in 2001, was wedding coordinator and then training coordinator at Burning Man, before becoming the Black Rock Arts Foundation (BRAF) Social Media Coordinator and an Advisory Board Member. An attorney, she served on the Board of Directors of the Western Pension and Benefits Conference. She interned with the Human Awareness Institute for 10 years. She writes about how art is envisioned, produced, created, installed and its afterlife.
I have never been to the Burning Man Festival, nor did I even know about it until recently. I have been on a different planet, called Italy and France, for the last 20 years. Now I am the manager of the Mariposa Hotel-Inn, at the western gateway to Yosemite.
Dateline 2010-09-09: a Sonia from Marseilles visited the hotel, full of Burning Man tales. Such an enchantress! I felt compelled to write a poem about Sonia [following]. If the poem warrants merit, can anyone suggest an appropriate “home”for it among the tree of Burning Man web branches & leaves?
My thanks to you in advance. –Gary Walker, gwlucca at yahoo dot com
Sonia and the Burning Man
A Sonia, where comes an angel, fallen from on High,
Materialized – SHAZAM! — before my registering Post
In uniform of backpack and glimmering of Eye
To query room and friendship at the Inn of the Host.
She had come from the land of a Burning Man,
She spun visions in words drawn from living Dream.
In exchange I traced stars on a hill built in Sand
Of constellations presaging all that she had Seen.
Gifting, a Sonia sang to me Encore:
Her mutant cars, as if from Mars, danced in a Faustian Past,
Where casual sex and nudity drew to a rocky Shore,
Until I begged my inner crew to lash me to the Mast.
That night I bid a Sonia self passage back to Sleep,
That night I tossed restless in her turbulence of Plans.
All stiff, alone, vexed to the bone by thoughts I should not Keep,
That night, all through that night, lay waste a Burning Man.
Hit the road before the traffic starts! The highways will be busy. Safe travels.
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Holy shit! That guy better not breathe in. I played the french horn- didn’t light it on fire though. Second chair can’t. First chair can blaze.
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Fun Burn, and great to see you after all these years Ms. Affinity we will be coming back!
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I have never been to the Burning Man Festival, nor did I even know about it until recently. I have been on a different planet, called Italy and France, for the last 20 years. Now I am the manager of the Mariposa Hotel-Inn, at the western gateway to Yosemite.
Dateline 2010-09-09: a Sonia from Marseilles visited the hotel, full of Burning Man tales. Such an enchantress! I felt compelled to write a poem about Sonia [following]. If the poem warrants merit, can anyone suggest an appropriate “home”for it among the tree of Burning Man web branches & leaves?
My thanks to you in advance. –Gary Walker, gwlucca at yahoo dot com
Sonia and the Burning Man
A Sonia, where comes an angel, fallen from on High,
Materialized – SHAZAM! — before my registering Post
In uniform of backpack and glimmering of Eye
To query room and friendship at the Inn of the Host.
She had come from the land of a Burning Man,
She spun visions in words drawn from living Dream.
In exchange I traced stars on a hill built in Sand
Of constellations presaging all that she had Seen.
Gifting, a Sonia sang to me Encore:
Her mutant cars, as if from Mars, danced in a Faustian Past,
Where casual sex and nudity drew to a rocky Shore,
Until I begged my inner crew to lash me to the Mast.
That night I bid a Sonia self passage back to Sleep,
That night I tossed restless in her turbulence of Plans.
All stiff, alone, vexed to the bone by thoughts I should not Keep,
That night, all through that night, lay waste a Burning Man.
Mariposa, 2010-09-09, last updated 2010-09-14, a6
SONIA (etymology):
http://webspace.webring.com/people/ge/edgarbook/names/s/sonia.html
BURNING MAN:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man
SHAZAM:
http://www.yourdictionary.com/shazam
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Marvel_(DC_Comics)
SIREN (a Sonia’s Faustian side):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren
MYTHODEA: MOVEMENT 6:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPruOorkPmY&feature=related
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That band at center camp is “Good Heavens to Betsy!” Great stuff indeed. They’ve got some songs on YouTube, so check it out.
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