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This poem – written for a friend – is about the quirkiness of Sedona, Arizona and people who live there (and my dear friend is one of the quirkiest people I know). Sedona is a unique blend of breath-taking landscapes, New Age energy, and esoteric experimentation. Although I never lived there, I went through real estate school in Sedona at the height of the housing bubble, passed the state real estate exam, and witnessed all the reasons for the housing market collapse. I spent a lot of time soaking up the atmosphere, getting to know both locals and tourists, and hiking among the Red Rocks. If you’re looking to join a cult or expand your mind, Sedona is the place to go. But, beware! Every community has its dark side, regardless of outward appearances, and Sedona is no exception.
Sedona
Tourists think the locals are all wealthy snobs
Who perform yoga contortions on the tops of ruddy mountains
And meditate in the epicenters of vortexes on the Red Rocks of Sedona.
But we know better, you and I, for we’ve known the locals,
And we’ve known the tourists, and it’s hard to say who’s more eccentric.
If they heard the colorful tales about your youthful days
When you protested at Alcatraz with the American Indian Movement
And met its leader, Dennis Banks, who jumped bail
And later went to jail and then prison,
Would they think you were real? Or just another Sedona fantasist,
Gazing into your crystal ball and scrying into a mirror?
You liked to test the boundaries of reality and the rules of society
And thumb your nose at The Establishment, whomever that happened to be.
When burglars looking for money and valuables targeted your neighborhood,
You laughed out loud — shocking the neighbors — when your son,
Dressed up in full Nazi gear, with his Glock fully exposed,
Ran around the neighborhood, after playing his part in World War II re-enactment games.
But, hey, your house was never robbed! And, that’s the joke.
And, remember that lady we used to know – the one who belonged to the UFO cult –
The psychiatrist made a special visit to her house one day, and we never saw her again.
But her son was happy: he got the house and all of her money.
Of course, you knew more than her about the greys and the lizard people,
Having met them in your childhood on your family’s farm in Pennsylvania.
You still remember Bigfoot’s stench when you fed him in the woods.
And you never quite understood why George Romero chose the neighbor’s farmhouse
Instead of yours to make his zombie masterpiece. Even befriending Jason Voorhees’ mom
(Of Friday the 13th fame) cannot keep you down on the Red Rocks of Sedona,
For your Buddhist heart is too large, your courage too brave, and your mind too active
To bring you back to earth.
~
Dawn Pisturino
August 16, 2022; November 1, 2022
(Revised October 30, 2022)
Copyright 2022 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
Flying Fickle Finger of Fate
by Dawn PisturinoWhen the pilot for Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In premiered on TV on September 9, 1967, the Vietnam War raged in full gear, the Civil Rights Movement continued to explode, and the country was split by conflict and political divide. A forerunner of Saturday Night Live, Laugh-In used provocative satire and humor to comment on current affairs. The show featured well-known actors and actresses like Henry Gibson, Lily Tomlin, Goldie Hawn, Ruth Buzzi, Arte Johnson, and Richard Dawson. Sets used bright colors and mod art, reflecting the hippie culture of the time. Popular slang, like “Sock it to Me,” peppered the show. Strange characters, bold costumes, and mind-blowing music enthralled the audience so the show emerged again as a series on January 22, 1968, and ran until May 14, 1973.
There were no social media then and people frowned at curse words. Laugh-In compensated by inventing the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate award. Every week the hosts, Rowan and Martin, awarded some entity this award, which was the equivalent of giving the finger to unpopular governments, public officials, organizations, celebrities, and corporations. The first award was given on September 16, 1968. Over the years, winners included the Pentagon, the U.S. Congress, and the National Security Agency.
(Rowan and Martin awarding the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate to Soviet Russia.)
Dawn Pisturino
March 27, 2023
Copyright 2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.
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