 by miss inga m. photos by dawn kish |
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Dawn Kish is one of those people who pretends her psychic powers are nonexistent, when it fact, she's quite the old Navajo woman who sits in the livingroom and knows your family history 'cause she smells you through the screen door when you set foot on her porch. We spent 10 days together at the Michigan Womyn's Festival last August, so I know this. Dawn's psychic powers made my life innatelysupreme hundreds of times.
The first night, we were beyond exhausted, and suffered acute cases of Pee Insomnia Syndrome. This is when the instant you are about to fall asleep, your bladder sloshes violently and you pile your clothes back on and trek through the forest to the Porta-Jane. Over and over.
After the third trip, I hyperventilated frustration. I just wanted to sleep. Dawn handed me her headphones. With that simple action, I made the acquaintance of two stellar, life-changing experiences: Then a couple days later, Dawn comes up to me, and points out an amazing-looking woman. Her two long dark braids snaked around bright green ribbons. Even from a distance, I saw she has those eyes that archweld through the air straight into whatever they are focusing upon. Beautiful. "That's Kinnie Starr," Miss Kish says. "How do you know that's Kinnie Starr?" I says. "I dunno. I just saw her and walked up to her and went, 'You're Kinnie Starr, aren't cha?' You gotta interview her." The supremity level of my life went up three whole notches because I heeded this suggestion of Dawn "Psychic Powers" Kish. First of all, Kinnie Starr is at once aptly and ironically named. I consider her a shining star because her music and poetry is pure genius, and yet she is being truthful--rather than humble or self-deprecating--when she says, "I know I don't know anything." Aside from intense talent and beauty, her departure from culturally defined stardom is searing, complete, and almost religious.
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