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Friday March 16, 2001
"The
world is so full of a number of things, Robert Louis Stevenson, Happy Thought
mouse over the images below of the first salon
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salon sa·lon (s-ln,
sln, s-lô)
It was a beautiful day. Sky almost totally blue. Cool. The little delicate translucent leaves and buds giving things that neat early spring green color. Stuff blooming. It would have been real tempting to play hooky but I had a three o'clock meeting. Sigh. Our friends decided to start a salon. In the second sense above. It is really a salon and supper club. We are pathologically punctual and are the first to arrive, save a house guest. We open a wine we brought and one of the plastic cups dumps over when I pour it and spills on the floor. No harm done...the floor in the garage apartment of their 'compound' is due refinishing. But I think for a moment that the entertainment may be pun-ishing when the house guest says "it's a grape tragedy." People, kids, dogs arrive. The dogs leave again. (I told you Chalow that dogs weren't invited.) The couple with the dogs in tow lives nearby and they were giving them a outing and they take them home.) We eat the food everyone has prepared. Dumplings, tortilla soup, appetizers, ham, potatoes, dessert. Various wines. FFP made chicken livers fried in buckwheat pancake mix with honey mustard sauce. It's a great serendipitously discovered dish. There are pies and cakes and coffee. And then performances. Several readings. Part of a book with Lesbians (I think) and dragons. Some free form poems from Andrew. Original poem about breast-feeding the baby. Songs. Some performance dance. Darla is Barbie, alive and dancing. Tim explains 'no look photography' performed with an Izone camera. The results are surprisingly fine. A video camera is passed around. I shoot with the Canon S20 digital camera. This WEB page is my performance but the others only get it if they log on so I don't know if that counts. I think it does. I consider reciting the Lost in the City, my lost glove poem written in New York. Or another one I like which represents my inability to concentrate. But I didn't print them and I'm not sure I can remember the words exactly right. If it matters. My original work is always short. Pithy? Terse? Well, short. Anne reads a book she created in the voice of her one-year-old grandson to his parents. As with all her work, it is beautifully printed and bound. I enjoy the salon and it was certainly a different evening. Andrew said he is asking for a grant to do it. I think we should record the work in some way. A film? A book? Andrew should start by getting a bio of everyone who attended and collecting a description of the work presented. I know we had a calligrapher, a stock trader/rare fern grower, a WEB designer, dancers/dance teachers and a land surveyer. As usual, I didn't feel I learned enough about my companions. I always wanted to be part of a salon. Maybe next time I will say something intelligent or present a work. |
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