The museum's front doors bang
against their frames. Water cooler hums along with air-conditioner.
tiled floor. "In nature no relationship," wrote John
Marin. I'm baffled by this. It was this that stirred
the last remnants of fear and caution I still possessed.
I could not stop the sickness that forced me to become a shaman
caused my body to swell up, and I frequently fainted. When I
began to sing, the sickness usually passed away. After that,
me into a shaman. They set me up like a wooden pole and shot
arrows at me until certain sensations, hypnotic or otherwise,
suggested to me that
my own physical shape was modifying, or about to change. I was
leaping with the river
that erodes its banks and trees twisted by the wind. Then I remembered Cybele's name, in
Latin links her with the labrys and with caves: Cybela means
'cave' and Sybelis stands for double-axe.
The cave, magical chamber of childbirth and frequently the site
of initiation and oracular divination, is identified from prehistory
Zen story in
which it's not the wind or the flag that moves. "It's