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                                             September 5, 2007

    wild mind  = spontaneous intuition?
                                                RYDING_THE_BURN
      But then, what has that
      to do with wilderness?
                                                    Another fantasy
      Animals follow their instinctive rote,        of the animal...
      intuition is a human thing.
                                                       ANIMAL




   Music on the Playa:

   Imposing order on desolation.
                                                The David Best "temple":
   Claiming territory,                          Simple, elegant outlines
   declaring tribal affiliation.                with a complex texture that
                                                emerges on closer look.
               bird song
                                                A subtlety: viewed from
                                                the correct angle (22
                                                degrees off-axis) you
                                                could see an outline of
                                                The Man in the circular arcs.

                                                   I'm told the texture was
                                                   achieved with off-cuts
                                                   from Mesa Boogie amplifier
                                                   construction.

                                                   When it burns,
                                                   it looks dark with
                                                   glowing outlines and
                                                   shimmering pillars.

                                                         No fireworks.
                                                         No propane fireballs.



                                                               [ref]

                                                Dangerbaby's favorite:
                                                a narrow three storey
                                                building with walls of
                 There were many,               tinted glass panels
                 many smaller                   covered with swirling
                 pieces scattered               patterns.
  There were     here and there that
  also many      were very                         We stand next to it
  medium-scale   impressive, so many               while watching the
  projects       it's hard to hold                 temple burn, listening
  that were      them in mind.                     to the sounds of a
  left un-                                         group of people inside
  finished.      Honorary mention:                 chanting and playing
                 a sculpture off                   large quartz singing
  I approve:     to the side by                    bowls.
  they took      the entrance to
  chances on     the center camp:
  beginners.     metal plant vines
                 with writhing
                 flowers of glass
                 tubes emerging             "Big Rig Jig" by
                 from each stalk.           Mike Ross was quite
                                            good: two tractor
                                            trailer trucks upended
                                            and bent into an
                                            S-like shape.

                                               A common feature
                                               of Burning Man art:

                                               There's something about
                                               being confronted by the
                                               existence of this large
                                               scale piece of weirdness
                                               that really can't be
                  In theory, I prefer          conveyed by any photo
                  art with more theory         or description.
                  behind it: I like
                  the *idea* of art            It sounds like a silly
                  with a Message.              idea, doesn't it?  Would
                                               *you* spend a year of your
                  But that giant               life making it happen?
                  oil-rig with huge
                  metal figures in               And yet, some people did,
                  positions of                   and there it is, and I'm
                  supplication:                  glad that they did...
                  it's so
                  *heavy-handed*...

                                                     Everyone seems very
                                                     enthusiastic about a
                                                     structure that uses a
                                                     zoetrope-like effect
                                                     to create the look of
                               "Homouroboros"        a stream of monkeys
                               aka "The Monkeys"     swinging around in a
                                                     ring.

                                                     It leaves both
   Though, I guess it's possible                     Dangerbaby and I
   we didn't hang around and look                    cold. Nice trick,
   at it closely enough:                             but so?

       "If a group of people rode
       the bikes and play the drums
       at juuuust the right speed
       (talk about interactive
       art!), the monkey and snake
       'animated', coming to life to
       swing from branch to branch
       right before our eyes."

          -- "Jack Rabbit Speaks"
             September 25, 2007

                                                           But then, I
                                                           almost forgot:
                                                           the steam punk
                                     It's hard to          tree house (Sean
                                     maintain your         Orlando).
                                     jaded posture
                                     when you start           (with topless
                                     adding up the            women cavorting
                                     details...               on the tire
                                                              swing...)



                       One of the funniest sights:

                       A water truck needed to back up,
                       but was prevented by a few naked
                       hippie couples that refused to
                       move out of the way.

                       Spotters standing behind the truck
                       tried to yell instructions to them;
                       the truck sat there beeping in reverse;
                       and still they stood there:

                       "Hey... you turned off the water!"



   There are increasing
   numbers of people driving
   around in "art cars"           Translation:
   playing "classic rock".        More often than not,
                                  "art car" = "party car"    (Burners: anti-
      A giant birthday cake       with silly decorations.    establishment
      parked across the street                               kids who never
      persisted in playing                                   got to do a
      the same set of John                                   football float
      Denver music every day...                              for the pre-game
                                                             parade.)
         It makes one wish for
         some sort of musical
         curation... or at
         least more rigidly
         enforced volume rules.


                                Before going out to the event,
                                someone in my family had sent me
                                an article from Long Island's
                                "Newsday" talking about a
                                Brooklyn-based group going to
                                Burning Man.

                                It turns out that their
                                camp was located next
                                to ours.  They had a
                                huge troupe of people,
                                with some major amounts
                                of funding, and a New
                                York "we've got our act
                                together" vibe. Their
                                main project: an
   At least one of              enormous art car of          "A Cavello"
   their bands was              welded steel horses
   really excellent:            that pivot up and down       [ref]
   violin-based, ala            as on a carousel, with
   Rasputina or the             a large stage up front
   Dirty Three.                 to carry live bands.
                                People-- largely 
     I need to find             women-- do pole 
     out that name.             dances, standing on the
                                heads and saddles of
                                the horses while the
                                music plays.



   This year, I tried to contribute a
   chill-space party with Sun Ra music             Dangerbaby and I have
   and an old-fashioned oil and water              gradually realized
   psychedelic light show.                         that the "smoothie
                                                   camp" we hang with
   The acoustic pollution from neighboring         most often is located
   techno (not to mention the execrable            in perhaps the worst
   disco bus) made it a near impossibility         place possible, on
   to get it to work right -- and my               the edge of the most
   "light show" gadgetry had it's moments,         low-brow horn of the
   but was just "adequate" at best.                horseshoe.

                                                      Anything we really
                                                      wanted to go see
      LIGHT_OF_RA                                     seemed to be
                                                      located on the
                                                      4:30 or 7:30
                                                      plazas.  These
                                                      were set far
                                                      enough off the
                                                      Esplanade (and
                                                      away from Center
                                                      Camp) that they
                                                      could form a
                                                      different vibe
                                                      from the techno
                                                      party scene.

                                                      And the dance-music
                                                      freaks in our camp
                                                      were continually
   Around the 4:30pm plaza:                           crossing over to
                                                      the other horn of
   One afternoon we                                   the horseshoe.
   dropped by a Moroccan
   theme camp there, in
   hopes of hearing some
   live music.  Nice
   place to hang around,
   though only a few of                  On another visit,
   the musicians showed.                 a different camp
                                         was passing out       "IlluminIces"
     We then went next door to           frozen popsicles.
     the Iron Rose for a
     Monkey Chant session,                   We hung around
     which was interesting in                a bit, some of us
     that it took an entirely                cavorting on their
     monkey-see-monkey-do                    trampoline.
     approach toward training
     the crowd.  There were no
     lectures: a leader stood
     up in the center and
     started the crowd going,
     then an inner circle of
     lieutenants turned
     around, and started
     leading the segments of       In the middle of the chant,
     the crowd that could see      there was some half-time
     them in different             entertainment that I don't
     directions.  Getting the      believe was scripted:
     sounds right was as much
     a matter of lip reading          A guy with a didgeridoo
     as memory, and the               (a black guy in convincing
     leaders understood that,         guru/shaman wear) stood
     making exaggerated mouth         up and said "I'm about to
     gestures for us to pick          to take off, but would anyone
     up on.                           like a sacred quickie before
                                      I go?"  He moved to the
                                      center and played didge for
                                      five minutes or so, then
                                      we resumed...



                     Around 7:30 or so:

                     A brief glimpse of an
                     art car playing
                     Vietnamese music,
                     decorated like a Junk
                     from Ha Long bay.

                        VIETNAMESE_MUSIC





            This year, the Hare Krishna's were
            moved off the esplanade and
            placed next to the fundamentalist
            christians, I believe in the hope    I've no great love
            that they would annoy each other.    for either group,
                                                 but the Christians 
                                                 at least were     
                                                 giving away bottles
                                                 of water to passersby.

                                                 Always nice to see
                                                 someone walking the
                                                 walk (and not
                                                 sinking too quickly).




    The problem with Paul Addis burning
    the man during the lunar eclipse...


    (a) you can make a case that                         Paul Addis seems
    this really was arson: the     Though Addis          to be a fine example
    pavilion under the man was     claims that he        of someone using
    open to the public at the      and un-named          an anarcho-punk
    time.                          co-conspirators       stance to justify
                                   carefully             behaving like a dick.
    (b) the Burning of the Man     engineered an
    has become the focus of        absence of by-        Or, it could be a
    obnoxious yahoos, and          standers              fine example of
    having some yahoo step                               hipster internecine
    forward to fuck with the                             wars.
    process seemed strangely
    appropriate.                                             CONTRARIAN_WARS

       I considered going around                         The "Puzzling Evidence"
       the Burn with a placard:                          crew suggest that
       "That's not the *real* Man".                      Addis was playing
                                                         Oswald to John Law's
           But the Burn at the heart of                  CIA: the mad-man
           Burning Man is at this point                  fall guy.
           as ridiculous as professional
           wrestling: it begins with a
           Las Vegas light show; this
           year they threw in a propane
           explosion to get a Hollywood
           fireball; and then when they
           get bored waiting for the
           over-built structure to burn,
           they yank the whole thing down    Maybe that's more like
           with a cable.                     a boxing match: paid to
                                             take a dive in the fifth.
              I speculate on what the
              next step might be:
              what could possibly be
              done to make the burn
              even more inauthentic?

              Massive television
              screens so you can                "That arm drop-off
              watch from the                    was reminiscent of
              comfort of center                 the 2003 burn, Chuck."
              camp... a Burning
              Man TV broadcast, so
              everyone can watch
              it on their portable
              sets inside their
              RVs.

                 Perhaps the Man's head
                 should be replaced by
                 a TV screen.

                   And up and down it's     RULING_OUT_RULERS
                   arms and legs: paid
                   advertisements, ala      But for *politically
                   car racing uniforms      correct* companies
                   and so on.               of course.

                                                           This year's
                                                           man featured
                                                           what looked
                                                           like an ad
                                                           for an
                                                           electric car,
                                                           albeit sans
                                                           logos.  It
                                                           stood on
                                                           a respectful
                                                           little
                                                           platform,
                                                           reminiscent
                                                           of a shopping
       Near the end of the event-- we were                 mall display.
       already starting breakdown-- some
       people in our camp were making heroic
       efforts to keep the smoothie party
       going, and our dome was accumulating
       some of the Burning Man die-hards.

          I was busy disassembling my gear
          when I over-heard a woman say she         LIGHT_OF_RA
          had been working on a project
          called "Swarm" -- I looked up:
          "*Does* it swarm?"  I realized she        [ref]
          didn't have that ungrounded look
          that a lot of Burners have.  She
          said "No, but it *will*.  We didn't
          get all of the software done on         A younger woman in
          time, so for now it works by remote     a translucent dress
          control."  I asked about what kind      was hanging around
          of sensors it uses she replied it       a lot just then --
          had GPS-- obvious enough, but it's      another rescue operation
          a trick that had never occurred to      by one of the single
          me-- and also had some sonar            guys, though in her
          capability.                             case her main trouble
                                                  was she had lost her
                                                  shoes.

                                                       We made some effort
       A fortyish fellow was going                     finding shoes for her,
       around in a white robe doing                    but she apparently
       palm readings, and lecturing on                 turned up her nose at
       mystical esoterica.                             them: they weren't
                                                       pretty enough for her,
       Notably he seemed to be fond of                 so she'd rather let
       reading the palms of women.                     her feet dissolve.

             (Our lady of the Swarm
              seemed faintly amused
              by her reading.)               Back behind the scenes,
                                             in our kitchen, I commented
                                             that that guy was starting
                                             to irritate me-- and I 
                                             got some assent from people
                                             complaining about the
                                             guru come-on shtick.

                                                I hadn't realized that
                                                the shoeless girl had
                                                also joined us "backstage".

                                                She commented "I thought
                                                that guy was okay."

                                                Dangerbaby responded "I've
                                                just met him too many times
                                                before."

                                                Shoeless Girl didn't
                                                understand-- she 
                                                thought we meant we
                                                literally knew him from
                                                somewhere.  We tried to
                                                explain that he was a
                                                Type, but I don't think
                                                it sunk in.

                                                    Robert Crumb had been
                                                    satirizing the guy back
                                                    before she was born...

                                                        Every generation
                                                        starts anew:

                                                        a blessing
                                                        and a curse.





   The "yellow bike" concept worked
   no better than it ever does...
                                                                    
   The Yellow Bike's ended up             Realistically: would you ride      
   horded, squirrelled away on            a community bike several miles     
   a "finder's keepers" rule.             out onto the playa, and then       
                                          leave it there, in the hopes       
                                          that you could find another        
          Did they think that Burners     one in a half hour when you        
          were different and would        wanted to ride home?               
          rise above selfishness?                                            
                                            Myself, I wouldn't be willing    
                                            to horde a community bike, but   
                                            if you didn't they'd be nearly    
                                            useless... so I didn't even       
                                            try to use them.                  
                                                            
                                            That is, I wouldn't have,
                                            even if I'd seen one  
                                            free, which I never did.

                                                 I did see one go by
                                                 in the back of a
                                                 station wagon, however.


       To be absurd is easy,
       but to be absurd *and
       practical*...

        o  riding home with an ice-bag tied on my head
        o  swigging sun tea made in an empty whisky bottle
        o  towing dangerbaby around in a bike trailer
           (because we were short a bike).




    We were serving smoothies
    one afternoon to a large          Spinning Sun Ra disks
    group that entered the dome       for the afternoon
    and spread out widely having      smoothie crowd, I
    a loud conversation about         turn the sound down
    celebrity gossip.                 for a man that wants       The next day,
                                      to perform on the flute.   I'm working
    After a while, Captain                                       elsewhere
    Smooth interrupted:                                          around camp,
                                                                 but hear him
    "Could you guys talk about                                   in the dome,
    something a little less                                      doing a repeat
    inane for awhile?  I mean,                                   performance.
    what do you think happens
    to you when you die?  How
    about you, what do you
    think?  And you, over
    there?"

    Later, he heard from some of these
    folks again...  about half of them
    were deeply offended, but a number        BURNING_IRRITATION
    of them thanked him for the little
    wake-up notice.


       I watch the sun rise on the playa
       one last time before walking home
       to break down.                       I was thinking about
                                            things like this:
       I was wearing my inevitable
       bikini underwear, and in the                      BURNING_WILD
       chill of the morning I'd
       grabbed my grey tweed suit     Some years ago, I'd
       jacket.                        put a large black
                                      patch on the back
       A woman in our camp            of this jacket,
       ("Miss SnailPail")             a silhouette of an
       mentioned watching me          angel-eagle (hooked
       return: the jacket, the        beak and halo).
       slow deliberate pace,
       emerging from a misty          I wear it with a
       layer of dust with the         grey fedora, which
       sunrise behind me:             for the Temple burn
                                      I'd tricked out with   I sometimes
          "it was like a              a silvery-checkered    call this my
           scene from a               band and a flashing    "Mister
           movie".                    hologram disk.         Inbetween"
                                                             outfit.
             (But she noted that
             in a movie the mist                             I'm perpetually
             would've been a                                 in between
             little heavier.)                                tranforming to
                                                             that identity
                                                             from my usual:

                                                             THE_VOICE_OF_DOOM

   Dancing to space cowboys
   out by the outer-fence,
   to the light of a lunar
   eclipse...


      Multiple, massive dust-storms,
      which we played or worked in             Riding Dangerbaby's bike,
      as we liked in goggles and               towing her in her trailer,
      respirators.                             I repeatedly dodge out into
                                               the white out and back toward
                                               the Esplande, checking my
         After one of them, a gigantic,        progress: approximating a
         perfect rainbow stretched             curve with a series of chords.
         across the sky.

              I pointed toward one
              end of it, on the far
              side of the playa.
              "Hm... so that's around
              2 o'clock, right?"



                                        At 2:30, on the Esplanade:

                                        Entheon: a 90ft geodesic dome,
                                        with strange projections on some
                                        filled-in hexes;  a gigantic
                                        inflatable alien looming at one
                                        side; green argon laser flashing
                                        patterns in the dust clouds


And we leave with yet another
long list of things missed...

  Naked Misting Twister
  Lorin & Freq Nasty at Root Society
  Foot Massage for Two
  Vietnamese Iced-Coffee Camp


                                      In our travels
                                      around the playa,
                                      I looked for
                                      interesting
                                      symbols I was
                                      unfamiliar with:

                                         Four lightning
                                         bolts radiating
                                         from a square.



                 On the way home,
                 we stopped off at
                 a hotel in Reno.          The lamps in the restaurant
                                           were decorated with a row of
                                           symbols: crescent moon, wavy
                 The torrent of            lines, star, and so on...
                 water from the
                 bathroom faucet           If someone at
                 is alarming.              Burning Man had
                                           made lamps like
                                           this, it would be     Astrological
                 I wake in the             taken as meaning      ESP tests?
                 night, thinking           something.
                 I'm in a theme
                 camp that built              As an architectural
                 a mock hotel                 detail in Reno,
                 room.                        they're presumed
                                              to be meaningless:
                                              mere decorations,
                                              "symbols" chosen
                                              for their neutrality.






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