the harbinger of harbinger.

woman seeks omen. 3 point buck at the corner of fairfield and harbinger.

remember when i told you about spending a day reading all about the psychology of harbingers only to end up at a party later that night on harbinger street?

i was driving late, little fog not yet rain, when i slowly passed a very large, calm deer at the corner of that same street. the lost ones look demure. the lost ones with antlers look majestic.

i was the only one to see it. other cars passed me seconds later, but i had seen in my rear view mirror that he had gone already, with that steady grace that only an animal unawares is capable of. 

 

Great Spirit

Christ and the four Evangelists

Artemis

innocence
compassion

autumn

Buddhism

hunter/ huntress

ceremony/ sacrifice

trust

King Arthur- Grail Legend

territory

boundaries, monogamy or lack of

intuition

healing

loner

seasonal change or shedding of skin

The Great Unknown or unattainable

remember also that i'm supposed to 'drop the wounded doe routine'.

it's hard to talk with wolf teeth.

for the hard times:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX-24Zm0bjk

Berdache, Kent Monkman.

http://kentmonkman.com/main.php

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_Monkman

 

as close to disco.

 

"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"

polar opposites only attract more attention

*not all connections are at all relevant. at all.

hasn't lived. to have the emotions, memories i do-

 

and when the cold sinks in i remember the day at mont st. michel when i was so hot and bothered. loose limbed and heavy lid eyes.

Hubris. I blame Rock and Roll for all of this.

'My Lolita had a way of raising her bent left knee at the ample and springy start of the service cycle when there would develop and hang in the sun for a second a vital web of balance between toed foot, pristine armpit, burnished arm and far flung-back racket, as she smiled up with gleaming teeth at the small globe suspended so high in the zenith of the powerful and graceful cosmos she had created for the express purpose of falling upon it with a clean resounding crack of her golden whip.' 

'Lolita has no moral in tow.'

- Vladimir Nabokov