Friday, September 30, 2011

September Flying Carpet

In September 
the Flying Carpet "sailed off through night and day"


 and went to "Where The Wild Things Are"
(a.k.a. the Penland Instructors Retreat near Asheville, NC)
 

107 past instructors 
"made mischief of one sort and another"

  


The Wild Things "roared their terrible roars"


"and gnashed their terrible teeth"


"and rolled their terrible eyes"


and the "Wild Rumpus" was never ending


Then the Flying Carpet "waved goodbye to the Wild Things"

and packed its suitcase


(a little tricky to keep the suitcase attached to the carpet)



"and sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day"
at Cerrillos


(the land that time forgot and Mary Jane remembered)

and into "the night of" its very own wall to wall...

Friday, September 2, 2011

August Flying Carpet


In August
The Flying Carpet
morphed
into a welcome mat
and
lounged around
all month
while many many feet rambled across its supine form.

 Resplendent strangers and “heartist” friends came to see
MUSE,
a biennial show of
collages


  





journals
                                                                  



bundles
                                                                 

assemblage


and photographs


running away
from home on August 31st
The Flying Carpet
swooped
past
Borrego's Bootery,
Audra's Lil' Hair Place,
Mr. Cash Wants to Pay You!
Lifescapes World Travel Spanish Cafe
and the 
Maestes Family Home


skedaddled
past the crags
of Georgia O'Keefe's playground ...
The White Place...
(bleached bones of shipwrecked desert pirate ships)


and eerie abandoned mosques


and
jounced
    along the rumbling suspension of disbelief 
on 13 excruciating miles to
    The Monastery of Christ in the Desert
    past Abiquiu
and beyond the beyond



(tire shards... “alligators" on the road
    as the chromatic harp serenades)

cruised
past the Lovin' Oven
and the Saints and Sinners Lounge
and
curled up and dozed
dreaming of September breezes...

“if it's weird, you know it's human.”--Peter Sellers


Special thanks to "The Birdman of Alta Vista"
Photos by Zack and Gail