The Principle Tincture of Luster
Scenario: At least sixty feathered creatures resembling tiny crows have gathered at the seed house.
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February 10th 2011
This morning the garden in Mexico City is unusually clear of brightly coloured birds. Instead there are black little creatures navigating the air currents. Animated gobs of black ink tapered with a beak. They are very aware of where I sit and allow me to feel the power generated by their flapping wings.
If I could also flap wings and fly, I would be out of sight… somewhere at the top of the tree making sculptures out of twigs. If birds knew this they would laugh.
“Our nests are spirits derived from herbs”
One of the birds told me, and added
“ In our world we must have within, the ‘principle tincture of luster’
Me: “The Principle Tincture of Luster? Is it a substance?” I asked.
“It is different than substance"
Me: “Is it like a sound?”
"You’re good you are” the bird said mockingly
Me: “What I mean is... we can hear a sound and then it’s gone but it still exists in memory. Could it be this memory that becomes the ‘principle tincture of luster’?”
“ Impossible but near” said the bird “what you are describing occupies a different space”
