WHITE PLACE

SPRING EQUINOX 03
















NIGHT JOURNEY
We are 2 days away from the bombing of Bagdhad and the Eastern sky is Mordor red. An angry wind blows. Tonight is 13 IX: 13 Jag-war.


Draped in the floating woolen cloak of his dark shaman persona, R relates an ocean's tale involving a dolphin, man at sea, and Great White Shark — the ultimate Neptunian triad. A few words, a few moves, and it all comes to multidimensional life. The poetic trident sinks deep: JP is pierced at the core.