Ashcan Royalty

On January 5, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn 1866–1933), 1905 George Luks (American, Ambiguous, Amorphous, androgyny, Ashcan Royalty, Crone, Duchess, Grande Dame, Harpy, Harridan, Mumbling Chin Don, Rag Pickers Son, The Old Duchess, Understanding6 Comments

Ashcan Royalty

The Old Duchess, 1905 George Luks (American, 1866–1933) — The Old Duchess, 1905
George Luks (American, 1866–1933)

I am Beauty shrouded in ugliness. A Harridan. Unkempt. Slovenly. Hair uncombed. I wander city streets like a Mumbling Chin Don. Buried in layers of over-sized clothing I am the Rag Pickers Son. Ambiguous. Gender-Neutral. Amorphous.

I pity the overly made up party girls snapping teeth and shredding claws fighting for yet fending off not so unwanted advances.

Androgyny is my protective cloak whilst favored neighbors enjoy early morn headboard banging sessions.

In life I am the Old Hag formerly a Duchess now a shapeless depraved harpy who wears multiple layers of petticoats, dresses and sweaters.

She of lost rank who has become maleficence incarnate. A Crone who struts like a Grande Dame puffing and swelling, whose very essence is an evil elixir that floods the streets and overflows the already befouled sewers.

HaGgard into the Mist

On October 13, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Banshee, Crone, Hag2 Comments

HaGgard into the Mist

Unkempt and Disheveled I emerge from my Hot shower looking like an African version of the Irish Banshee. If I stopped coloring my wild woolly riotous mane it’s changing vivid Red hues it would regress to its natural white state and along with accompanying screams from my arthritic joints I could become the daytime version of the Wailing Woman spirit. With every crack, creak, pop and snap of pain points in back, knees and ankles I shamble my way towards Cronehood. Aging rapidly before my time hobbling into the oncoming week which slams into me like a tractor trailer truck on a dark misty slick road. I’d do well as one of many Female apparitions in Shakespeare’s plays. Whose dreams shall I haunt tonight?

Queen of Delusions

On March 20, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Atropos, Craving, deception, Delusions, Dreams, Fantasy, Fears, Female Divinity, Hallucinations, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Limbo, Lost Souls, Malevolent, Nirvana, Paradise, profane, Redemption, Refuge, River Styx, Sacred, Samsara, Spirit, Spirituality, Surrealism, Visions

I see a great city set upon a hill. Within rules a Queen who is the mistress of delusion. But her fight is within her as she continually strives for lasting youth, unattainable wealth and supreme power through use of her fading beauty and exotic sexuality.

Though she knows not she struggles to maintain an illusion seeing the mirage as reality not realizing the passing of time brings her closer to self-destruction. Doors become walls of solid brick through which she may not pass through. And yet a portal to eternity is soundly guarded by an ancient crone who wears a solid gold ring embellished with diamonds, pearls, rubies, garnets, and sapphires.

Will the haughty Queen forever scheming to obtain enhanced beauty and more riches kiss the old hag’s hand, then looking up sees Atropos as she cuts the thread of life cackling hysterically as the Queen is ushered across the River Styx to resume life in an alternate universe as a disfigured wizened old woman whose only companion is poverty. Deception laughs. Samsara has it’s justice in this world and the next.

Mark 8:36
King James Version (KJV)
36 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?