Sonnet 17
MushVrooms Our rollicking, frolicsome, Pollocky dream She layers thinly, he is all Sakrete. Each bared our own spirit, like woodland Pucks, Through Weekend. And if we birthed no Magritte, Yet we shared full joys, loves and laughing yucks Under swaddling skies – for once not too humid: A mid-summer play with nonstop undressing, Wondrous meals, gardens, our Vrooman, Then, as if to grade school art class, regressing. A fungus flourishes with fertilizer And dank (and how do buried talents sprout?). Though the Muse worried we’d murderlize her, With beret, face hair and Master Mike, out came startling art. So cherish [...]
Top Tens of Seventeen
“What the hell, Odell?” (Tommye, with an update of “To wander around.”) +++ “That’s not retro. It’s what it is.” (Mick’s observation of the Café 110 décor – and winner of the Most Insightful Comment about Art and Life award.) +++ “Chicken ain’t up.” (PT’s Barbecue. In life, sometimes the second choice is the best choice. Oh those heavenly ribs.) +++ “I wish I had worn more comfortable shoes.” (Deb, year 17) +++ Wayne’s Dali-esque mustache (Deb) +++ “Nope.” Bryan, staying on message throughout (From Deb) +++ “Blub.” (Mike attempted a comical reading of the Allerton’s rose bed signage. A [...]
Weekend 17: Getting artsy with it
From PT's barbecue to the wonders of Allerton, from half-naked acting to our grand mansion vrooms, it was a Weekend to remember. And thanks to our master teacher, we all came home with priceless fungal souvenirs to keep the memories always with us. To relive Weekend once more, click around for photos, Top Tens, a sonnet summation and commentary. And check out our Facebook page for more.