September 10th, 2007

tom waits - birds


My friends and I were all virgins in '07. We camped at about 9:45 between Intertidal and Jungle. I got caught in a dust storm without a bandanna. I drummed, danced, and fought in a giant light saber battle. I had to drive to Reno on Friday to get a friend at the emergency room (she turned out to have a severely sprained knee, so I also had the new experience of driving solo cross-country to get our stuff back to D.C.). Got back to the playa on Saturday and watched the [2nd] burning of the Man, and the Crude Awakening fireball. Biked out to the Temple alone at dawn on Sunday.

And have been dreaming I was still on the playa... In every hotel room and rest area, and then when I finally slept in my own bed, I woke up convinced that the room was a giant tent... disappointed that it was not...

decompression poem

 Late at night, when the rest of my household is asleep, I always wish to be back on the playa. I miss the array. The amazing wonder, the beauty, and the magic.

I am a burner. I arrive in Black Rock on Monday, in total awe and wonder.

I am a virgin burner no more. I rang the bell and screamed it to the heavens.


I am a burner. I wear nothing but a bra and underwear and butterfly wings, and that’s okay.


I am a burner. I drink lots of water (or rather don’t drink enough) and I piss clear.


I am a burner. I am not afraid of the porta-potties anymore. When you gotta go you gotta go.


I am a burner. I love my neighbors, and share my extra food with them.


I am a burner. I get excited with shiny things.


I am a burner. I get turned on by soft furry clothing, especially at night.


I am a burner. I get excited when I can’t see five feet in front of me due to a major white out. It feels like I am on a different planet, more-so than normal.


I am a burner. El Wire, Glowsticks, and Blinkies are a staple and a neccecity, not a novelty.


I am a burner. 2007 was my first year, and it sure as hell won’t be my last.


I am a burner. I watched performers from all around the world do what makes their heart beat fast.


I am a burner. I think of the Man as a symbol of hope, love and spirituality. A father figure who watches over us all.

I am a burner. I cried when the man burned when he wasn’t supposed to on Monday.


I am a burner. I cried when the man burned when he was actually supposed to on Saturday night.


I am a burner. I try to pick up more after myself in the real world, as to not create MOOP around the house, around the school and around me.


I am a burner. I connected with people I have never met before, as well as reconnected with people I realized I cannot live without


I am a burner. I practice the peace, the community, and the love off the playa.


I am a burner. I am Burning (Wo)man.