The woman he speaks of is mysterious to him. He dresses her with things that he admires about her. She wears magic because she is intriguing to the point of having him under her spell. Her dragon for a button means she is not easily controlled or directed, not docile or manageable. While a lion for a lamp is not attire, it is descriptive of her bravery in paths she chooses, for like the King of the Jungle, she fears nothing. The carrot collar implies she lures him in with “something hoped for or promised”. And a salmon for a zipper, well… she obviously turns him on and at this point he may be referring to himself as he is anxious to swim – like a salmon – up her stream; because her zipper… IT’S GOING DOWN!
(Inspired by, and in reference to, written work by Richard Brautigan)
The present is today’s gift.
If I see you and you see me, how can we see I to I?
He wanted to escape things that he did not want or need. Society as he knew it was sick and consisted of false security, material excesses, judgment, and control, all distractions that kept people from the truth of existence. Money and power was an illusion. Careerism and money seemed only to embolden blindness. His over indulgence in personal desires to find truth enticed him, with swift decision, to sever all current ties just as precisely and deliberately as a newborn infant is cut from its umbilical cord.
For nearly two years Christopher Johnson McCandless, AKA Alexander Super Tramp, lived a footloose life. He had escaped to absolute freedom. He reveled in his newfound ability to get by without depending on much of anything. His days were more exciting when hew as penniless. This was not an aimless journey for Alex however, what he wanted more than anything, “… than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness…” he sought truth. To him “it is important in life, not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once; to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind death stone alone with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.” This belief may explain why he never attempted to contact his family during his journey. His strong need to do this completely on his own kept him isolated from those who would undoubtedly, and forcefully, lend a helping a hand. And that in itself was the last thing he wanted.
Away from the falseness of society Alexander Super Tramp greatly contributed to the society he so despised, probably without even realizing it. Along his road to the wild he encountered several people who truly benefited from meeting him. While he disowned his own family and his own name, he was a surrogate son and brother to others who had also been separated from their loved ones. His momentary presence in their lives brought to them joy and forgiveness. Perhaps Alexander Super Tramp was so blinded by his own quest to save himself that he was unable to see he was a savior to many along the way.
Drunken tongues untie brainy knots. With a loosened grip the mind is free to wonder about. Traditional paths of thought are devoid of reason. Present are keyed doors unlocked. Ready they are to be opened – to rooms with panes that have yet to be broken. What one may encounter depends on the time of day and the season. Li Po’s roommate is most often the moon, and sometimes his shadow. With a glow of melancholy and a twinkling of humor, his drinking induces a whimsical prose that I am led to dreamily follow.
Like Li Po I too have been the lonely one. “No close friends here…” but a bottle of wine there, not much in it – leave none to spare! (Lawall, 1383) Oh, the warm glow one gets before sweet intoxication; that is where I long to be! I too, “sing” and “dance” and feel my spirit expand past the boundaries of my skin. Yearning to escape and “… travel beyond human feelings” (Ibid). The darkest night brings no fear, “… unaware of darkness growing” I am empowered to take steps further into the forest where I too have “… step[ped] on the moon in the creek” (Ibid).
It’s funny how so many of us rely on tomorrow when tomorrow doesn’t even exist.
It started when Stevie Nicks sang subtly in my ear… suddenly there I was, reminiscing over past loves. My beating organ pumped lively as I pondered each, one by one. A strangely pure, radiant rush of love for all, regardless if they had held me up or let me fall. Thankful for every little bit of themselves they offered me. From the sweet things that bored into my soul to last forever, and the sour things too that forged me anew. Today I feel gracious for the pieces of us that made us uniquely two for out of that union came a better you-know-who. To all of my exes… hugs and kisses.