Tattooed Tuesday

Wares from the Fair

The first weekend in May is the Kentucky Derby, and the first weekend in October is the St. James Art Show — yes I know that’s not the legal name of it.  I went today with an idea of what I was looking for and how much I wanted to spend. I spent less and changed my mind about what I wanted to come home with.

As I drank my commemorative beer — don’t ask — and walked along checking out the vendors — and hotties — I saw a craftsman specializing in porcelain. Among his wares were small little dishes perfect for sushi, soap, spoon rests or my intended use: dessert plates. I see these serving  millionaire shortbread accompanied with a nice glass of brut. There weren’t any potters selling square plates that caught my fancy, so that quest continues.

It was a good show, but I missed several of the artists, craftsmen, and vendors to whom I’ve become accustomed. Change is always good, but it can be a little sad as well.

I also picked up a jar of locally produced sorghum, so I see a pan of biscuits in the very near future. I may even use buckwheat flour to make them It should give a nice hearty, earthy biscuit to soak up all the goodness of the sorghum.

Caught in a Celluloid Jam

Science Fiction – Double Feature
Dr. X will build a creature
See androids fighting Brad and Janet
Ann Francis stars in Forbidden Planet
Oh-oh at the late night, double feature, picture show.

 

It was a Saturday afternoon in early October. There are a lot of events in the City at this time of year. I was part of the packed house who’d come to see Pandora Production’s staging of The Rocky Horror Show. Who’d have thought a matinee would be a sell out? Like many people, I know this tale very well, and saw it numerous times when it played at the Vogue Theatre, but I had not seen it as a live production.

Also, noteworthy is that while there were plenty of gay folks in attendance, there were also quite a few straight couples. That’s absolutely great news — for Pandora, Louisville, and the nation.

I think I’m far more fond of it — if you can image that — as a stage production that as a movie. The actors had great voices, there was a live band tucked behind stage, and Pandora’s Rocky is far hotter than the film’s Rocky. My favorite part was at the end looking around at the audience members giving a standing ovation — and doing the Time Warp. It was astounding.

As of this writing, there’s only one more performance — at 1930 tonight, but it’s just the beginning of what promises to be another fabulous season for my favorite theatre company.

Blades & Chalices

Because I have them already copied to the clipboard, I thought I’d put a couple of chalice lightings on here.

“We Strike this Flame”

V: As a reminder that all are welcome here
R: We strike this flame
V: As a beacon to all who seek refuge from a World that is too much with us
R: We strike this flame 
V: In remembrance of what has been, a knowledge of what is now, and a longing for what can be
R: We strike this flame

[Untitled]

Call fire and water from the brink
While I a Mystic Marriage make
Blade and Chalice become one
As I face the new born Sun
Salamanders and Undines mix
Wheel and Web we do transfix
Venus’s Water of desire
Prometheus’s passio of Fire
Come from all time and space
Gather now to light our place
Fire and Water I bequeath
It is done — so mote it be

Salacious Saturday

[Publically Untitled]

standing making small talk
with your group of friends
maybe i should hint at
the many things we’ve been
about all the nights
you cried out
for me to take you from behind
how you let me get the cord
to bind you call you mine
how many times i’ve driven
you to estatic agony
only to have you plead
for many more harsher deeds
upside down or right side up
the eager bottom to my top
i made the beast with two backs
my gentle loving pup
never mind i’ll keep your secret
safely from your wife
but always know i hold the key
to a truly happy life

Habanero Kisses

           your habañero kisses linger
                               with the sandalwood you wear
           we rise and fall in perfect time
                               as granum falls on the sapphire bed
            i must ululate to breathe

World of Simulacrum

in this world of simulacrum
i seek just one true form
and carry high a dim torch
to emulate my funeral pyre
with many saccharin  lovers
dancing jigs between my sheets
and tone deaf bodhisattvas
singing me to sleep
like an important chess piece
i move from space to space
until i find the rack sub
to anchor me in place

Salacious Saturday

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