Sunday, March 27, 2011

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

Psycho swangin’ through charity dump stores and flea joints for my  be-warped fix of bop 78’s and Hollywood fetish and cheese- cake pulps: Cabaret, Black Stocking, Wink and Whisper, snappin' em up all for a quarter each.

Creched tween the pages of ‘Black Stocking’ was a holy Voto of my Shadow Bride, in forties serge hard chic, a holy harlot in a temple brothel. The Virgin Mary a melancholic blue seraphim behind her.
  My Bride’s fingers loeuvering open a red velvet veil,
  slashed in a vaginal curse. 
  
Three flamed black candles smoked before her,
 bowing to her dark majesty, her chapeaux veiled with
  three holy rings on its’ peak declaring the Gnostic trinity of the tease the torch and the noir. 

I crested it in my zoot pocket above my heart line as a talisman.On the way out, I scooped up for an extra dollar a Zippo lighter that yielded tricks in its flint.

The Zippo was a gun, a salute, a connexion to a ritual, my torch as I stumbled thru those first three decades in spirit dyslexia.

And when I flicked my torch, that Shadow Bride, ushered forth, shimmerin’ cobra-hipped on its ether 
 fragrance of lily of the valley perfume and cordite. 



© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE
Release date April 21 2011
Photo: Czerny / Vargas

Sunday, March 20, 2011

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"..LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN


                                      1958–1992:

PART FOUR


IN defiance to the era of hippies and fagellahs into which I’d been flung, I pilfered mementoes from the maze veils of 40’s Americana Anything to connect me to my unfinished life, boosting bottles ofAuerbach’s Million Dollar Hair Tonic’ quiffing back my black hair in tribute to the Roccoli zoot suiter I always knew I was.
Psycho swangin’ through charity dump stores and flea joints, of the skid row  for my bewarped fix of bop 78’s and Hollywood fetish and cheese- cake pulps, trying to get a glimpse of her.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
    From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE
  Photo: Chrysler / Vargas

Monday, March 14, 2011

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN


 She was there at the crossroads of my last breath of my last life...And the first of what I call this ‘gimcrack’ one.

She, a selongacious beauty, narcotisin’ melancholy and her sex in my veins,
Her voice etched in my other consciousness, a honey hush whisper… 
“Wait for me Jimmy”.

A vamptress with sin satin talons, flarin’ above the coronade of 
her viper tresses,
Alurin’ me by her mystical  flamenco and a funereal lily parfum,
A beaut-evil nightmare.
Stokin’ this my fortease fetish.
Trying to reconnect me with the religiosity of a past life that I never got to complete.

I didn’t know whether she had conjured me or I 
had summoned her,
And for thirty years she stalked and haunted me 
in phantasmic reverie.
Never of the real, just an amorphic veil…
I call her my Shadow Bride.


© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
From his multimedia dvd / E-Book 
“REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"
Photo: Torren / Vargas

Sunday, March 6, 2011

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

PART TWO

I didn’t go to hell;
I went to a place much worse than that…
They sent me back in ’58, after I cut myself a reprieve
Resurrecting through a canopic veil into this neon noir voodoo limbo.

The violence of my death tattooing a scarlet patina on my soul-heart, always looping me to the fetish of 40’s Hollywood...And the unholy hustle of Sin Alley, Fifth and Main, L.A., 1946… sad striptease, jazz, and harlotry

My soul-eye clicking over visions of a past murder and a past life that always seemed to be out of focus.
But for one that stalked me.

For in the netherworld of that death bullet diablo and this, my resurrection, was an image that burned of another dark damzelle in a noir veil.

She could have been a doppelganger twin to the ‘Strumpet of the Flowers’ to whom I’d sung ‘The Girl I Left Behind’ in laments of doomed shellac.
And this sirene had me all wired up with a hangover from her unrequited kiss.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011
From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE
Photo:  Czerny / Vargas