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Sunday, July 07, 2019
After the ceremony, we all convened at the Casco Bay Room at the Harraseekut Inn for a celebration and dance party. My mother and sister and my dear friend Richard Cambridge and his girlfriend Elizabeth joined in. Good friends from other classes, and a few alums came as well. I stayed till about 10:30 pm, dancing with T. and Robin Talbott and Emily Levang and Meghan Vigeant, to pop rap tunes and r&b classics. Then I retired to my room and read a novel by a Stonecoast alum I had won at a literary quiz event the night before, a great book called, On Hurricaine Island, an action thriller about a civilian detention center for terrorism on a small island off the coast of Maine.
At breakfast the next morning about six of us decided to form a Slacker site to stay in touch. Sarah Mack, a pop fic writer, volunteered to set it up for us. I rode back to Cambridge with my mom and sister. I left my plastic cap and gown in the hotel room and said goodbye to the Inn which has served us well over the past two years.
I'm now preparing for a poetry reading on Saturday, August 24th at the Green Room in Somerville, organized by Lisa DeSiro as part of her Solidarity Salon, and also creating a map for a class on the lyric essay I will propose to teach in the winter at the Boston Center for Adult Education.
STRANGE ANGELS
Laurie Anderson The Dream Before (for Walter Benjamin) lyrics
"Hansel and Gretel are alive and well And they're living in Berlin She is a cocktail waitress He had a part in a Fassbinder film And they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin And she says: Hansel, you're really bringing me down And he says: Gretel, yu can really be a bitch He says: I've wated my life on our stupid legend When my one and only love was the wicked witch. She said: What is history? And he said: History is an angel being blown backwards into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To repair the things that have been broken But there is a storm blowing from Paradise And the storm keeps blowing the angel backwards into the future And this storm, this storm is called Progress."
Laurie Anderson The Dream Before (for Walter Benjamin) lyrics
Mary Louise Parker
Goliath's Head
MEMORIAL DAY by Lo Galluccio
I might have stood with my Mother
on
just and unjust wars
march past,
weeping for my Dad who died
jaundiced in the infirmary of society
not on the opera bloodied battlefield.
Instead into the cold confines of
film spectacle to see young Scandinavians
wrestle with writing and go mad,
jumping into the cold cobalt sea
off Oslo piers--
Two days ago Caravaggio’s dead Madonna
in crimson cloak crossed my mind as a Reiki healer
pulled my ear lobes. The church rejected
her because she was so heavy and lifeless,
daring to lie there dead,
not asleep for ascension’s sake--
That day I left behind my watch and black wrist band.
Strange, he’d made me undress--
the badboy of the Renaissance who loved his sword
and put his head into Goliath’s -- eyes bulging
with crazed fury, held by David’s victorious angelic fist.
To be today, not to be seen, to swear allegiance
to something else.