these perfect days. School's out for summer, except for one last session at the Venice Cafe in Kent. The first students from the NEOMFA program graduated this past Saturday, which also happened to be Cinco de Mayo, a holiday fervently observed in Kent, OH.
We went to Andrew's semi-annual, ritualistic bonfire in the middle of a Christmas tree farm, where watching Andrew is almost better than watching the fire...
Part of the bonfire structure was made by Nat and Ben Parsons--two installations made of scrap wood (one a memorable Putt-Putt Hole in the back of the Literary Cafe, the other a mysterious bridge/sculpture at the long-lost Here Here Gallery).
Missed the CPT Art Auction (couldn't afford it; heard it was good), but didn't miss the interesting/fascinating/baffling Cleveland Arts Prize announcement of its 2007 awardees.
City Council is meeting at Josaphat Arts Hall this coming Monday--and the Angle office is reverting to a choir loft for the evening. (I'm also writing a poem for the occasion. Is that anything like a being a court scribe?)
Go outside.
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Josephat Arts Poet Laureate.
I think it has a nice ring to it.
we are the writers and the scribes. we are the recorders.
the night is a column of diamonds. the diamond hanging from your lobe is a lie.
inhale.
a river, a tomb. seven tears. let the man beside you quake as the woman you cannot reach gasps.
Maureen: I like that the word "phat" is embedded in there.
Erin: Whatever you're drinking, I'd like a sip...
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