7 posts tagged “ann arbor”
There were:
luques grilled shrimp manchego cheese
poetry Riesling The Kinks
couscous Absinthe* Beethoven
art by Joe Brainard yellow tulips tiny purple flowers
trees in blossom scent of ginger, scent of purple tiny portrait of Jim Carroll
Extraordinary Machine omelets fresh parsley, oregano
Red Renunculous Redbud, Crabapple, Dogwood Spider Chrysanthemum
Arvo Part "In the Sprintime of His Voodoo" peppermint & lavender soaps
Oysters! Pelegrino blackberries, passionfruit tiny photo of an angel
"love the one you're with" earrings made of crushed Roman glass
"you go back Jack/ do it again/ we're turning round and round..."
people of all nationalities many flashing cameras (Andrea's med-school graduation)
and finally there was Rilke:
XXI
Spring is back. The earth
is like a child, the poem white
much, o much.....for the trouble
of long learning, she wins the prize.
Her teacher was strict. We liked
the white in the beard of the old man.
Now, when we ask what the green
and the blue mean, she knows, she knows!
Earth, you lucky one, play
with the children. We want to
catch you, happy earth.
The happiest succeeds.
O, what her teacher taught her
and what stands in roots and
long difficult stems: she sings it, she sings!
*Absinthe is now legal in two places in the United States: Ann Arbor and California.
You are happy, happy, but I am a thousand times happier!
Whom have I encountered in my dream last night? Only I know.
I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;
But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;
For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
--Rumi
Yesterday I went to New York City and these are the earrings I coveted
but did not buy. They are tiny wise owl earrings and they are the dearest things
I've seen in a while. I saw them at Anthropologie, where I did pick up a gift for
my friend Megan, who is moving to Iowa soon and leaving our beloved Ann Arbor.
I also went to the South Street Seaport where I found a card for Iris from the
Mariposa Butterfly gallery:

I feel a little ambivalent about showing the art
of a person who uses live animals, but
at the same time they are so beautifully done, I wonder if these creatures on
some
level agreed to have themselves made into art, the universe's will? I'm
not sure. Maybe
if I receive a lot of negative feedback I will take them down. I will let
the community decide. Lastly here is a
postcard I found at a cafe in Soho for a new dance production (oui, oui!)
by Stephen Petronio Company


