KOKOPELLI IS DAMNEDBy J. R. MusgraveMy name is Maasaw. I’m a beast of the night. They also call me Skeleton Man. It’s another sobriety Wednesday. The day of the “hump animals” to which humans owe a debt of gratitude. Some humps can store water, like a canteen hump on a GI soldier. But camels only store fat, like humans.You humans can also hump on your great treks across the paths of the wilderness and your climbs up mountains to seek a new guru. I live inside a used trailer near the San Francisco Peaks above Flagstaff. These are the sacred humps of the Hopi, and my people come to me for secret knowledge.Back when I had my back hump, and not this ugly Katsina head and stick body, it was because I was my Hopi tribe’s revered fertility god, the Kokopelli. I played songs to bring rain and usher in the harvest. As a writer, I also brought forth creativity to my fellow artists in music, poetry, and stories. But my main physical job was to join our men and women in spiritual union to produce descendants. Today, they only come to me when somebody dies, or they want to prevent the death of a loved one.My Kokopelli hump resulted when I would transform into my grand aspect of bringing the pregnant woman her child. When the reservation had several pregnancies due, which was often, I was loaded down with these squirming infants like a Grand Canyon mule. I did this so many times that my back grew curved and ugly, just the way it is shown in the drawings in our ancient caves and pueblos. It looked like this:
One of my fave Kacey Musgraves’ songs about “butterflies.” I have butterflies in my first episode of “Auschwitz Dancer.” Admiral butterflies, to be exact (first episode is free). Great symbols of mankind’s “free spirit.” Juxtaposed with Auschwitz, I thought, makes a great statement, artistically speaking, that is.
Of course, when we have so many anti-Semites and Nazi-lovers these days, stories like mine don’t get much respect.
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