While I was sitting in my tent,
Reflecting on my arid soul,
A houri clad in luscious silk
Before my very eyes appeared.
But as I rose to touch and feel,
She turned around
And like a phantom disappeared
~Houri
Saleh Badrah
"The TAZ (Temporary Autonomous Zone) is like an uprising which does not engage directly with the State, a guerilla operation which liberates an area (of land, of time, of imagination) and then dissolves itself to re-form elsewhere/elsewhen, before the State can crush it. Because the State is concerned primarily with Simulation rather than substance, the TAZ can "occupy" these areas clandestinely and carry on its festal purposes for quite a while in relative peace."
~Waiting for the Revolution
Hakim Bey
Once again the Temple behind the Red Door has opened itself to serve whatever drunken god, goddess or prophet who might stumble in. The Dancing Priestesses have arrived to prepare for the Festival: The walls within are draped with silk tapestries each the color of a Sultans paradise, a banquet is spread out across a table for all who will attend, a space is cleared outside for the coming drum circle, tables are cleared, moved, set, the air is thick with the curling smoke of incense and the halos of votive candles float throughout on puddles of shadows. It is in the middle of these preparations that I have arrived. Tonight i'm the court musician, a juggler of discs and an audio alchemist. But really, i'm little more than a nervous servant here in the Temple of the Houri.( Read more... )

Reflecting on my arid soul,
A houri clad in luscious silk
Before my very eyes appeared.
But as I rose to touch and feel,
She turned around
And like a phantom disappeared
~Houri
Saleh Badrah
"The TAZ (Temporary Autonomous Zone) is like an uprising which does not engage directly with the State, a guerilla operation which liberates an area (of land, of time, of imagination) and then dissolves itself to re-form elsewhere/elsewhen, before the State can crush it. Because the State is concerned primarily with Simulation rather than substance, the TAZ can "occupy" these areas clandestinely and carry on its festal purposes for quite a while in relative peace."
~Waiting for the Revolution
Hakim Bey
Once again the Temple behind the Red Door has opened itself to serve whatever drunken god, goddess or prophet who might stumble in. The Dancing Priestesses have arrived to prepare for the Festival: The walls within are draped with silk tapestries each the color of a Sultans paradise, a banquet is spread out across a table for all who will attend, a space is cleared outside for the coming drum circle, tables are cleared, moved, set, the air is thick with the curling smoke of incense and the halos of votive candles float throughout on puddles of shadows. It is in the middle of these preparations that I have arrived. Tonight i'm the court musician, a juggler of discs and an audio alchemist. But really, i'm little more than a nervous servant here in the Temple of the Houri.( Read more... )

