ghost court lady

Kenko Yoshida says that the beginnings and ends of things are much more interesting.(p.379)

it is a useful thing to know, when one is on a quest to be a proper heian court lady, in these degenerate and insensitive times. likewise the whole concept of appreciating that which is broken and ugly and commonplace is so hard when we live surrounded in a world of pixel perfection.

with this in mind, reading my battered copy of lady nijo's diary, and even leafing through the pages of my own diary, i am struck at how the words of a long dead anonymous woman, could touch me so deeply, enough that i oftentimes think of her in familiar terms, almost like i know her personally.

second life exists for us to live our dreams, whatever they may be. and so i dressed my little pixel soul-mannikin in the garb of a court lady, and teleported to the kyoto sanjo (the name sanjo, third avenue, is a title she carried when in disgrace) sim, to become her, in a way.

except she never drowned herself, choosing exile instead. and i killed off my avatar, because i loved the outfit so much...and the only way to wear it was as a ghost...

dressed as a ghost, she roamed, this neo-lady sanjo, in the magnificent ishiko kimono made by yukio ishida (he even included red hakama in the outfit) and also wearing the hakama from the splendid ghost hakama set from selos dae, she haunted an empty room, dancing alone. a poem by ariwara no narihira, the heian superpoet/don juan/hero, came to mind:

tuki ya aranu
Faru ya mukasi no
Faru naranu
wa ga mi Fitotu Fa
moto no mi ni site

Is this not that moon?
And Spring: is as the Spring of old
Is it not?
Only this body of mine
Is as it ever was...

Ariwara no Narihira (KKS XV: 747)

and i felt those ancient words sink in so deeply, though i do not mourn those aspects of my life which have died, and those things which i sense even now are passing from my life at this moment. what i do feel is the certain inescapable onslaught of aging and death approaching, a contrast to the ever youthful pixel creature that is a surrogate container for my soul, the little doll who i incarnate and inhabit in this dreamworld.

and as if in an answer, like the long ago legend of ono no komachi's skull reciting poetry to ariwara no narihira as he rode past her grave, i was drawn to one of komachi's poems:

Fana no iro Fa uturi ni keri na itadura ni waga mi yo ni Furu nagame sesi ma ni

The colour of this flower Has already faded away, While in idle thoughts My life goes by, As I watch the long rains fall.

Ono no Komachi (KKS II: 113)

the ghost lady sanjo wears:
(dead)
ishiko kimono by gauze
hakama from ghost hakama set by trap
aisha hair silver by penumbra
geisha skin 07 by penumbra
miko tiara by rumi

(living)
aisha hair black by penumbra
juni-hitoe top by CTK kimono
miko hakama by kami hitoe
uchikake (oiran) by i dont know.

the poems (and their background stories) from the 2001 Waka for Japan 2001 site.

the girlfriend experience

Originally uploaded by al-zahra

i am moving, and i really should be sleeping and not messing around in SL. but i am compelled to do it anyhow.

i visited perriwinkle waves' club...a naughty one. but oh so fun. when i clapped eyes on this dress that was the first locale that came to mind, to accessorize. i visited both her places....this one is so beautiful, and the other one, is too. it amazes me how someone's build becomes so like them. while visiting the new place, she arrived. and we had a lovely and funny conversation about various objects. she has sharp eyes, but i should have known that already. she saw a face in the train of the gown....sent me a picture to show me. amazingly it looked like a theater mask. perhaps a portent? :)

i never wear white hair like this. but i tried black and red, and they both looked terrible. it sort of seemed more kabuki-ish to wear white hair...both the hair and the bone headpiece are from gauze. i haven't ever found anything to wear with that headdress, and so it was a happy acccident.

there was no way in hell i was going to say all those names correctly. and so i found this intriguing dark ambient song....

miss chrysanthemum juana wears:

moroi dress by eshi otawara
corvinus gunmetal hair and dragon's embrace headdress by gauze
kiseru and geta by sweetaholic.
geisha pinch fish skin by trap
skull nose piercing by avz

at perri's cool place, listening to a dark ambient song called chatak.