Wednesday , November 18, 2009
Style Icon: John Lennon in Rishikesh
At this point in my life, I care less about John Lennon than ever before (besides when I was a newborn, which obviously doesn't count). I feel a certain degree of self-imposed guilt about this, but am appeased by the ostensible truth that my minimum level of John Lennon love is still 1,000,000x grander than that of 99.9% of the population- go me! Truth be told, my recent disinterest in the achievements of John Winston Ono Lennon is no fault of John's nor mine; in this case, the culprit is one Raymond Douglas Davies.
Constantly obsessing about my profound and all-consuming love for Ray Davies is more appealing than my Lennon-centricism of yesteryear because, for one thing, Ray Davies is alive, unlike John Lennon, who (as you may have heard), has been dead for twenty eight and a half years. It's conceivable that I might successfully infiltrate Ray Davies' life; with John, I don't stand a fighting chance. So that makes it a lot less fun. Additionally, I prefer that my aging rock stars be born in late June. Ray Davies is a Cancemini (LIKE ME!!!!), whereas John Lennon is, I mean was, a Libra. I can kind of relate to being a Libra, but barely. Or, who even knows? Nobody will ever know. It is one of those grand, unknowable mysteries of the Universe.
Nevertheless, I really fucking love John Lennon. We are bros for life. It doesn't matter where I'm at, how I feel, or what I'm doing- until the day I die, buddy's name will be inked into my flesh, and how could I not be stoked about that?!? It's JOHN LENNON!
Recently, an acquaintance of mine went on a two-month soul-searching jaunt to India; being myself, I forced him to go to Rishikesh, hoping that he would bring me back some "cosmic John Lennon energy." I can't say whether or not he brought back any cosmic JL energy for sure (the presence of cosmic energy being quite difficult to quantify), but he did bring me back a rock ripped off one of the golghars (those tepee-pod things seen in the image above) from the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram (the exact ashram where the Beatles stayed during their legendary Rishikesh trip).
And so what do I do now? After living twenty-three long and winding years as Laura Jane Faulds sans a rock ripped off the wall of a golghar from the exact ashram where the Beatles stayed during their legendary Rishikesh trip, I now have this rock. It's mine. I like it more than a person is supposed to like a rock. My Rishikesh Rock.
I wake up, and it stares me down. I feel kind of bad for it. It used to live beside the holy river Ganges, who is a goddess, not a river; now it lives in Laura Jane Faulds' stupid bedroom. That is a demotion, in my opinion. Poor it. I interact with it a lot. I touch it, move it around, pick it up, stick it in my jeans pocket, throw it at the wall, bang it against my skull repeatedly until I bleed to death and die, etc. The presence of cosmic energy may be impossible to quantify, but I'm super-superstitious when it comes to mystickal occulty shit, and so have brainwashed myself into believing that I can FEEL it emanating divine John Lennon vibes. That's how "tuned in" I sometimes am. That's how "drunk" I sometimes am. I get home drunk at 3 AM and take drunk self-portraits of myself grasping it in my stupid fist. I berate myself for not loving John Lennon as much as I feel like I should, then use Rishikesh Rock's vibeyness as ammunition to feed my guilt. Be vibier, Laura Jane! Where are your VIBES? Why are you SO NOT COSMICK?!?!?!
I am a frantic necromantic.
I go to sleep, and I wake up. I eat my breakfast, drink my Venti bold roast (though lately I have been going to Starbucks less, which never fails to remind a person how nasty Starbucks coffee really is. If I'm feeling super-non-lazy, I walk to Kensington's and buy one of their famous iced coffees. The cafe claims they're famous, I mean. I guess the number one way to make something famous is to call it famous, but I digress), do a crossword, check the Internet, smoke on my balcony, shower, and then
I get dressed.
Besides writing, getting dressed is the most meditative event I ever engage in (except for sometimes, when I'm going out somewhere, when it can be as frantic as my necromanticism), because I am too lazy and stupid to actually meditate. And is that so terrible? I check where the moon is at, throw salt over my shoulder if I spill it, perform my sweet, dumb habits- things like picking flowers and flattening them in books, or taking mushrooms and hugging dogs. Calmly, I get dressed. "Laura Jane Goes to Rishikesh" has always been a tried, tested and unfuckwithably true fashion concept of mine, but ever since I scored into this inundation of transcendental Lennony vibeage, it has become almost all I ever do. I dress around my mood, and now that I have Rishikesh Rock, my mood is always Rishikeshian, or at very least aspires to be.
Lots and lots of white, hella headscarves, yellow knit shawl, Indiany dress thing, prayer bead bracelets, my new, beloved Bernhard Willhelm x Camper sandals, and then sometimes, all of them together!
Dressing up as a scrappy Scouse swami every day calls a lot of inward attention to how I've never actually visited my #2 Where My Soul Belongs Locaysh of all-time (after Savannah, Georgia). I feel sad because The Beatles went to Rishikesh and I did not, and I wonder why Ray Davies never did, and I wonder if I ever will.
And then I remember how long this all has lasted; how many thousands of years it has taken for it to get to twenty-three. The longness of this shortness, of being here, in this- my forever, so far. Life is, in the words of George Harrison, "Long, Long, Long." Today is only a dent, a cherry pit or a broken thread; as far as I know, there are millions of millions of minutes left to go. No freaking shit you'll go to Rishikesh, Laura Jane!!!! Be quiet. Go eat a peach. Today is awesome, and, as far as tomorrow goes-
Well, you know- you'll never know. And neither will it.
Tags: Canceminis, cosmic energy, Frantic Necromantic, George Harrison, headscarves, John Lennon, Laura Jane Faulds, Laura Loves The Beatles, LJ ON JL, Long Long Long, peaches, Ray Davies is a genius, Raymond Douglas Davies, Rishikesh, Rishikesh Rock, Savannah, Starbuxxx Star-SUXXX, The Ganges river
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that was beautiful and so inspiring.
By Liz
on May 18, 2009 11:34 AM
Love the ending of this post! Today, I too will eat a peach - for you, and for T.S. Eliot.
By crocodilian on May 19, 2009 10:08 AM
Thankskies! You can also eat a nectarine, if you want.
By Laura
on May 19, 2009 12:17 PM
I love this blog! I love this blog!! Your content is so so rich. You go above and beyond!
By genevieve on May 19, 2009 1:07 PM
i have 2 questions
1. what is the source of that bag in the 1st picture
2. how is the sizing on those sandals - if 7 1/2, order 7 or 8 (buying birthday present for myself)
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1. i love your manic writing style :)
By sarah on May 24, 2009 10:51 AM
dear sarah:
1. I bought that bag at a Goodwill four years ago. "Nicaragua" is tooled into the leather, so I guess the source is "Nicaragua".
2. I would say go for the 8, since you can always tie the tie-y things tighter. I'm a 9 and my 9s were pretty true to size.
Thank you!
By Laura
on May 24, 2009 7:48 PM
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