Spin me a tale
Feb. 27th, 2009 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
imomusI'm spending the day on ICE trains, getting from Berlin to Holland, then performing in the evening, wearing funny clothes and making stuff up.
I planned to give Click Opera a holiday today, but at the last minute I thought I'd post this photo and ask you, dear reader, to make stuff up yourself: a short (fifty words or so?) narrative related in some way to the picture.
I won't say anything at this stage about what the photo is, who took it, who's in it, where or why it came about. Think of it as a Rorschach onto which you can project whatever you like -- a rumination, a story about the characters, a joke, a piece of philosophising, a weather forecast, a sci-fi scenario, a haiku, a fashion report. Be creative, be kind, give me something interesting to read when my iPod crackles to life in the Dutch wifi!
I planned to give Click Opera a holiday today, but at the last minute I thought I'd post this photo and ask you, dear reader, to make stuff up yourself: a short (fifty words or so?) narrative related in some way to the picture.
I won't say anything at this stage about what the photo is, who took it, who's in it, where or why it came about. Think of it as a Rorschach onto which you can project whatever you like -- a rumination, a story about the characters, a joke, a piece of philosophising, a weather forecast, a sci-fi scenario, a haiku, a fashion report. Be creative, be kind, give me something interesting to read when my iPod crackles to life in the Dutch wifi!
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Date: 2009-02-27 03:48 pm (UTC)The Real Sámi (a Jamesian joik)
My charcoal smudge slipped from my fingers; the sitting was ruined and I dismissed my subjects--all three children and the reindeer, too--who were also evidently rather ill from bad salmon and, not just in the case of the animals, perhaps flea-infested.
Then, alone with the shaman's seventh wife I had a discomforting minute or so. She encapsulated an entire saga into a single sentence: "I say, come now--just let Odin do for you, couldn't you?" But I could not, would not--it would be awful to see them emptying out the pail of fish-heads once again; but I made believe that I could, to please them, for a week or more of sittings. Then I dismissed her at last with a heap of coins, and I never would set eyes on any of those Lapps again. I managed to acquire the remaining duodji, those woven handicrafts so popular in Guovdageaidnu, but my friend Magga repeats that the Chief Herder and his kin did me permanent damages, led me down the wrong path. If that be
not false I'm content to have paid the krones--for the memory, for the cold, frozen memory.
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Date: 2009-02-27 05:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-27 08:16 pm (UTC)