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BURNING_SERPENT
September 10, 2006
"The Serpent Mother" [ref]
by the Flaming Lotus Girls [ref]
was the best art piece.
They were originally an
all female collective,
though in recent years
they've been willing to
We went out wandering accept male Girls.
one night looking for the
"The Serpent Mother" They're one of the
premier "fire arts"
There was an "opening" groups in the world at
event scheduled: the this point... perhaps
opening of the egg, they're the leading
"The Serpent Mother" one, since Survival
was guarding. Research Labs has been
less active.
We couldn't manage it... we were
using the official Burning Man
map, which unaccountably indicated Perhaps it's
two very different locations for notable:
the Flaming Lotus Girls, and by
chance we headed to the wrong one, The Man towers,
and gave up in confusion. it stretches high.
So, we spent the night wandering about The Serpent Mother
the far side, the eastern prong of the reclines, sprawling
horseshoe, then took a nap in a chill across the landscape.
space.
The Man
It was getting cold for what flames once.
we were wearing, so we were
forced to head back to home The Mother
base. pulses through
out the night.
Far across the plya we'd seen
a flashing blip of flame sweeping
along up and down as though it
was riding a roller coaster.
Our path lead us
right by this
installation.
A long, winding segmented
steel structure, forming
a rough circle hundreds of
feet in diameter, studed
with gas flame jets:
this was the Serpent Mother.
It's head loomed a dozen
feet above us, it's jaw
opening and closing, showing
rows of teeth made of
small jets of blue flame.
The back of the dragon
was emitting bursts of
huge flames in a rapid
computer controlled
pattern, creating that
speeding roller-coaster
illusion.
Hundreds of people were gathered
around it, under it, and inside
the loop.
We were near a low end where the tail
swooped down toward the ground.
As security, there were only a few
spotters standing by to keep people
out of the flames.
Behind the spotters, people
crouched down on the ground,
sitting under the tail.
Instead of hurrying home,
we huddled in the
warmth of the serpent.
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