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Title Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Subject Indians of North America; Spiritualism; Fantasy
Description Fictional story of creation and the afterlife as seen by Native Americans of Utah.
Creator Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb (1907-1992)
Publisher Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb
Date Digital 2004-07-09
Date 1986
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Identifier 130.xml
Source Original booklet: Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Language eng
Rights Management Digital image copyright 2004, Green River Public Library. All rights reserved.
Holding Institution Green River Public Library, 85 South Long St., Green River, UT 84525
Source Physical Dimensions 60 leaves ; 28 cm.
Scanning Technician Nima Rakhsha
Metadata Cataloger Denice Hoffman
ARK ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317792
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Description Baker Sipapu 17 shimmer with moving veils of color. Muted music guided and timed the swirling and twirling dance of the spirit maidens. Following Rain, the company made a circle around the top of the alcove, the rainbows swirling, coiling, furling in the space of the alcove. The music picked up a beat, as the dancers again landed on the arch, and the music changed into a triumphal home-coming march, dominated by banjo and guitar Suddenly the spirit maidens reeled in the rainbows and reissued them in gigantic flashing pon-poms. Every frond of every pon-pom flickered and flashed as the girls gyrated, pirouetted, turned handsprings and swung back and forth on the arch tip, in a frenzy of controlled maneuvers, the pon-poms sweeping up, around and below the arch until there was an effect of pulsing radiance, shooting out in every direction like the bursting of multicolored fireworks in the sky. In a final gesture of exuberance, the spirit dancers cast the pon-poms high into the air, and drew them back changed into pennants again. Down again onto the floor of the alcove they tumbled, drawing in the rainbows. Then, in a whirling pirouette, they cast them up where they flared like a cloud of smoke, the free and flickering ends licking like flames. The alcove seemed to darken until Bob had the feeling it was night. As the dancers whirled in the alcove, they drew their pennants into scarves, and filled the canyon with flashes of flickering lights far more powerful than light-
Format application/pdf
Identifier 022_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE17.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317748
Reference URL