A day in the life of a Fluxus artist 3
The Hawaiian Fluxus group is meeting today so I must woken early to iron my grass shorts and find my multi-coloured shirt with pictures of amoeba and crystals. I fling open the Wui Wui and take a deep breathing with a wonderful view of the cement factory at Tui Tui beyond the crashing waves of Hui Hui beach. Already the surfing dudes are gathered, greasing their boards and singing softly the Kui Kui song beloved of the islanders, which goes-
"Kui Kui maka puoy pouy,
Hoi Hoi waka noo noo
Kui Kui taka gooey gooey
Foi Foi naka poo poo"
Then they race into the surf and paddle out to the upturned dredger and fling Pui Pui seeds at the passing cruise ships.
After breakfast of Coi Coi on toast and a jug of Thrimptons Olde Hu Hu milk I take the tram to the top of Mui Mui Mountain to meet with my Fluxus chums and here we pray to the Watermelon God for a successful meeting and for Hoy Mui Chui, the sunshine spirit of the fig to come and dance around our faces. We spit the pips of joy into the bucket of hope and sing the Fluxus Greeting Song which goes like this -
"Fui Fui naka puoy pouy,
Noi Noi jaka poo poo
Fui Fui waka noo noo
Kui Kui maka goey goey"
After lunch of banana, fig and apricot pie we spend the afternoon in solitary confinement and meditation.
The evenings are filled with laughter and games like Pushing the Melon Pip and Ka Ka Squatting , which is a bit like Edam Squatting but using the local cheese made from badger milk.
Exhausted by the days events I collapse into my Wui Wui and dream of being chased by a giant watermelon pip wearing a trilby and smoking a pipe.