Euphonic Dysphonia
An
annual hemispheric exfoliation sequence is a testament to celebration, sharing
of food and drink that runs through the history, legacy, and plans of our
agency; signals the passage of seasonal life, like signal flags turning in the
wind exploding in bright and colorful traditional folk costumes, native dresses
forged in patchworks consisting of cookie-cutter styles per the ancien regime method
as teardrops fall into a silent lake.
Underground
ox-wheels maintain illusions fluttering in the air as the festival capers on instant
by instant before the first freeze tinges with sadness.
People
lined up in the distance smile widely, laughing while shouting vivid sayings
known for happiness day and night. Children sneak in and out of doorways where stockpiled
sweets draw them the delirious village offspring whose laughter echoes down the
stone streets pursuing pinwheeling stilt-giants and feathered clowns with an unheard
loon flying over that darkness in light.
The
chickens stutter and dance as heads bounce in anticipation of the revelries.
Foxes, wolves, raccoons and other nocturnal bandits in constant crowd evasions
list from events. Dogs, cats and domestic birds become invisible in buildings
and under them, scuffling amid the lighthearted danger.
Rudely
hewn barns, shops and huts festooned with dyed streamers and woven straw around
colored pebbles seethe like heaven in the starbright autumnal sunlight like a
celestial city of admiration constructed by magical golden sheep as the shepherds,
rangers and cowhands roll into town. Random frowns cross some brows.
Dance,
sports games, music, parades, care, joy and soul renewal; declamation of heartful speech, vocal recitation
of song, storytelling, poetry and group inspirational recitations. Exchange of seed and goods, handiwork of men,
women and children. Pennants, flags and banners waving. Frivolity. At the equinox.
