I don’t know about the Weird Chick
At least not at this particular moment.
She is an archetype – the main archetype- with whom I can identify
As the original Misstic, Missbehaving thinker, Missunderstood artist,
The Missfit everywhere she goes- not quite this, not quite that,
Usually only partially fitting the dictionary definition
Of Anachronistic, Bohemmienne, Counterculture, Deviant;
Which reminds me to beware of overidentification.
Perhaps it is this attachment which caused recent bouts- of what, I don’t know-
During the long nights when I would mentally or electronically devise letters never sent
To people who imaginarily cast me- us- out. Touching shadows that danced,
I tried to get at what was casting them,
And sometimes found a defenseless silly man behind the curtain,
While other times my hand grasped at air.
I wondered, was the shadow itself even real to any but myself?
No, what Jung identified in his Red Book was indeed real if only in our unconscious.
In the divining time between All Souls Eve and the Sun Son’s ReBirth,
There were flashes- bouts and flashes-
Bouts of fear that the dark in all its brands will remain,
Flashes of illumination now realized from now passed moments-
Oh, and rumination over harvesting
The heirloom perennials and exotic native annuals I’ve planted and will eventually market.
Right now, as the sun is only re beginning to lengthen its presence in this hemisphere,
The time of not knowing inner wisdom is coming to an end again.
Time to spin the indefinable into some kind of order
Identifying the spark- the Singularity- the Singular- that is the Wierd Chick
Getting at the core of who She-is, perhaps who Sidhe is, one of her otherworldly sources
Peeling away the layers to the duckling, the PreRaphaelite, the Creatrix and more
Manifesting her forms in myself as Adoptee, New Waver, Costume Shop Babe, and beyond
Connecting the webs from Misstery, History, and Myth
To the present day Wierd Chicks who may or may not
Kick Ass, Mine Wizarding Wisdom, Dance into Madness…
Who are, who do, who represent so much more
Than the misfit version of a heroine, ingénue, mother, crone
Spinning into whatever the next and the next and the next
Cycles and orders of Wierd may be.
Weird connects us all; Wierd is a unique creation that doesn’t quite fit.
Even though some may simply see a Miss-Spelling,
Those who identify will take time to recognize more.
To the Wierd Chick in me, and in you who choose to follow her call.
