HALLOWEEN MADNESS WITH MY NEIGHBOR
HALLOWEEN MADNESS WITH MY NEIGHBOR
by Larry Baumhor
(All photos and interviews by Larry Baumhor unless otherwise noted.)
His name is Poison Nature Wolf. And he’s my neighbor. I was sitting at my desk working on my computer next to my window. I stood up to look out the window which I often do. And there he was across the street in the parking lot of the adjacent building. Mr. Wolf was shirtless with his pants falling and he was creating some kind of installation. In a semicircle there was a main exhibit, not far was another chair and then there was a kid’s mini car.
What the fuck is going on here, I thought. I grabbed my camera and began shooting from my window. I was too far away and did not have a telephoto lens. I took my camera outside with my recording device and the madness began.
“My name is Larry, I’m a photographer and writer. Do you mind if I photograph and interview you?”
“No,” answered Poison.
“What’s your name?”
“Poison Nature Wolf. The city of Philadelphia gave me poison.”
I immediately understood I was dealing with a person who suffered from madness (a hip term for mentally ill) and I was fascinated. I had a connection with a madman. I myself am mad with an artistic form of bipolar (glamorized bullshit). Is there a connection between bipolar disorder and creativity? Dr. Jamison in Touched with Fire thinks so. Poison was possibly suffering from schizophrenia or bipolar. You decide.
“We of the craft are all crazy,” remarked Lord Byron about himself and his fellow poets. “Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” The opening statement in Touched with Fire by Dr. Jamison.
I was intrigued by Poison’s ritualistic ceremony as he danced around the three installations chanting gibberish and carrying an ax. It seemed to me that he was engaged in the Booger Dance from the Cherokee tribe with ritual masks driving away hostile spirits and providing comedic relief for members of his tribe. I was sold hook, line, and sinker. I was a member of his tribe. I was transfixed into his spirit. The masks worn by the Cherokees drove away white trespassers. That was me.
And so it begins: have a look and a listen. Perhaps you're touched with madness too?
Goodbye Poison Nature Wolf
Very intriguing! I want to know more about his life..
ReplyDeletelike the masks, because i collect them and hung some on my wall. interesting name, think he should add a feather headdress to the madness
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