Monday, November 1, 2010
Boo to you, too.
The above picture is meant only to convey the feeling on East Capitol Street last night. The actual mob scene could not be captured digitally. At least I couldn't do it.
Halloween brings out the worst of the Dead. I really dislike it so much. As we walked up and down East Capitol Street last night, shoving our way through the mobs of trick or treaters, I kept asking my friends, "Is this fun?" They thought it was fun. I did not.
Halloween, for the Dead, is kind of like St. Patrick's Day for the living. They get high on all the hideous costumes, fake blood, zombies and such. I'm sure they blow off a lot of steam (if indeed dead people need to blow off steam), or at least they get a big kick out of it. Living beings, luscious and beautiful, dressed like rotting corpses? Oh god it must seem so funny to them - I guess. I believe when the Dead scare us, they experience a quasi-sexual rush which is (according to my cosmology) the only reason they do it. They love goosing us and watching us jump. It's vulgar, also rather mean. Maybe I'll understand the thrill after I'm dead. Who knows?
Have you ever thought about the fact that BOO is not only the word we use to scare each other at Halloween, but also the opposite of YAY? BOOing is about serious disapproval, right? Yeah.
Today and tomorrow, while the lowest common denominator among the Dead nurse the energy hangovers they are no doubt suffering from, the ghosts I actually love, my ancestors of blood, karma, and spirit, are standing right there, on the other side of the veil, whispering in my ear: teaching, guiding, assisting from their unique vantage points. Thank you, Mighty Dead! I am listening carefully.
I am pro Day of the Dead, but Halloween? I prefer to spend it with the living. L'chaim, y'all. Shalom.
My friend John, with Tonka, after dinner and our stroll down East Capitol last night. Isn't he lovely? No blood, no gore - he is anything but monstrous. Oh yeah.