What If We Had A Poetry Slam On Easter Weekend In Austin?
Poetry can be dreadfully serious stuff. Or so I've been told, wouldn't know, I always avoid that kind of poetry moment.
Not this time! No Serious Readings For Sure!
We're going to have a Poetry Slam at the folks house on March 22 from 3-5 PM, and there may not be a serious moment in the whole affair!
In the photo below, you observe Cherrie, left, and Ara, right, in deep preparation for their slamming moment. One of the most important preparation steps is to speak of everything serious and earnest before-hand, thus expunging the system in anticipation of the purely sensation-based Slam. The white shirts are optional, of course.
All this depends on getting this book we ordered, but I guess if worst comes to worst we can always go to the bookstore on Saturday morning and pick up another one instead. Or read from Psalms or something, it is a religious weekend after all. Just no serious stuff, no sense in ruining a good afternoon.
Timing wise, it should be smack dab in the middle of the full rush of spring on that date, so the general atmosphere should be primed and juicy all around. Putt all the wandering deer in rutting season or such, or maybe a nice blast of morning rain, and it might even be over the top. Yow.
The book is Conamara Blues: Poems
Nice Follow Up To Faure's Requiem Friday Night
Dad's choir is doing Faure's Requiem at his church on Friday night, so Paula and I are going to head down early Friday to get in before it starts. I don't think I have been to Faure's Requiem since he and Grandpa did it at Northaven with joint choirs over 30 years ago.
I'd like to explain why we're having this...
But I can't. No really, I mean it. Started when I heard this guy being eulogized a few months ago, his poetry was being read (couple lines worth) and it hit me just right. So with Mom's birthday coming up and Mom really getting into some spirit filled moments here lately, I figured maybe it would have a similar effect on her post-birthday senses.
So we ordered the book from amazon.com and it didn't come for weeks, way after her birthday. It's been quite a drama. So what the heck, if it ever does come, a poetry slam might be just the ticket. I'll practice up on my heartiest grin, and I'm sure Dad will be in great form, he always likes things like that.
Who else should we invite?
Anyone who won't show up and be serious, mainly. If anyone calls me and sounds serious and wants to know the address I'll give them the wrong one by accident.
I was thinking maybe Walter, he could bring one of his pet turtles or something.
Or maybe David or Sol, of all the grandkids we must always be thoughtful and careful lest some earnestness slip in un-announced - we can't allow ourselves to be sidelined even by the children. I bet David could be trusted not to get too be too dreadful or sincere.
Or you tell me, I really don't know. Doesn't matter anyway, even three people would be enough, and we already have that.
What color would you bring?
Mom has been very open about liking yellow the best. I might bring that to be compliant, or I might bring a variation of green, that always has some yellow in it and a little bit of zing too. The one I like is that luminescent green that comes out on the Cedar Elms first couple of days after the leaves bust out of the buds. That is always such a pretty green, even if it isn't a fully saturated color at that point.
Purple might be the least welcome color. Or maybe not, might go nice with all the yellows, as kind of a contrast.
We were tasting our food the other day making a game out of "what color is it" when we closed our eyes and tasted the food. That game doesn't always work of course, it takes imaginative dinner companions. We got some interesting colors though, because the food was very tasty. You can do it with sounds too, or at least we did. Kinda goofy, I think that's why it was so fun.
Maybe we could do more partying on Saturday night?
No idea who is going to be in or out of town in Austin Saturday night, but what the heck, maybe we'll get lucky.
