This is one of the first pieces I ever designed... (And styled, apparently, check out that fan and bed ruffle cuffs ) My bedsheets, safety pins, on the fly draping...and my sister's Polaroid camera... Not too shabby.
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©Marisa Marko
lyrics
Don Juan's Reckless Daughter
Joni Mitchell
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail
Those two bald-headed days in November
Before the first snowflakes sail
Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery
A split tongue spirit talks
Noble as a nickel chief
Striking up an old juke box
And he says:
"Snakes along the railroad tracks."
He says, "Eagles in jet trails ..."
He says, "Coils around feathers and talons on scales ...
Gravel under the belly plates ..."
He says, "Wind in the Wings ..."
He says, "Big bird dragging its tail in the dust ...
Snake kite flying on a string."
I come from open prairie
Given some wisdom and a lot of jive!
Last night the ghosts of my old ideas
Reran on channel five
And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul
I nearly broke down and cried
But the split tongue spirit laughed at me
He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied."
Our serpents love the whisky bars
They love the romance of the crime
But didn't I see a neon sign
Fester on your hotel blind
And a country road come off the wall
And swoop down at the crowd at the bar
And put me at the top of your danger list
Just for being so much like you are!
You're a coward against the altitude-
You're a coward against the flesh-
Coward-caught between yes and no
Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes!
Reckless brazen in the play
Of your changing traffic lights
Coward-slinking down the hall
to another restless night
As we center behind the eight ball
As we rock between the sheets
As we siphon the colored language
Off the farms and the streets
Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America
the home of the brave and the free
We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards
Of some duality
Of restless multiplicity
(Oh say can you see)
Restless for streets and honky tonks
Restless for home and routine
Restless for country-safety-and her
Restless for the likes of reckless me
Restless sweeps like fire and rain
Over virgin wilderness
It prowls like hookers and thieves
Through bolt locked tenements
Behind my bolt locked door
The eagle and the serpent are at war in me
The serpent fighting for blind desire
The eagle for clarity
What strange prizes these battles bring
These hectic joys-these weary blues
Puffed up and strutting when I think I win
Down and shaken when I think I lose
There are rivets up here in this eagle
There are box cars down there on your snake
And we are twins of spirit
No matter which route home we take
Or what we forsake
We're going to come up to the eyes of clarity
And we'll go down to the beads of guile
There is danger and education
In living out such a reckless life style
I touched you on the central plains
It was plane to train my twin
It was just plane shadow to train shadow
But to me it was skin to skin
The spirit talks in spectrums
He talks to mother earth to father sky
Self indulgence to self denial
Man to woman
Scales to feathers
You and I
Eagles in the sky
You and I
Snakes in the grass
You and I
Crawl and fly
You and I
wheel
feel like a tumbleweed
rootlessrestlesshatefeelingthis
heat on the spine
remember love
tumble weeds
spindles frenetic past giant immovable cacti and yucca
Cartwheelingkeeping
movement of stars
flooding time and cosmos
In
no way
aim
Less
The blanket over Twin Peaks
Experience is worth a fee.
Enchanting, the entire day, there is a price to pay, holding court in Baghdad by the Bay.
A spin can be
A Bon Mot
Valuable ,
in a place Fecund; unrelenting shades of agile grey
Where the Great Whites cross
We can only hope they
congregate
propagate
While the urchins creep
the divide of Devil's Teeth.
Totem
"Great White sharks arrive when you least expect them, and vanish the moment you think you've got them figured out. They don't come into anyone's life in a forgettable way, and once they grab your imagination they don't let go-" Susan Casey
Life is Motion
Life Is Motion
In Oklahoma,
Bonnie and Josie,
Dressed in calico,
Danced around a stump.
They cried,
"Ohoyaho,
Ohoo" ...
Celebrating the marriage
Of flesh and air.
© Wallace Stevens. All rights reserved
California
This is where I am, at this moment, trying to understand the vocabulary of this place, and from that, develop a particular sense of wonder. The wonder is not the endeavor: may it be the lessons cherished and the questions created.