Ode to Art.Party
(a first draft)

As people file in and take time in their hands
And fill up their measures with meter and light,
As people approach with subconscious demands,
They wonder where you take them tonight.
What are you, who dare their minds’ dominion
Through momentary magic, and living props –
A goldfish named Jean-Bap-fish?
Who are you, who confront their good opinion
No matter where it plops
Or what its niche?

Watching and waiting, the thrilling expectation,
Before curtains part, doors open and close
To you we offer our fond contemplation
Our ideas, fancies, mysteries, woes.
We venture together, art.party, you and I,
With these musings we dabble, scribble and invent
We walk forward with purpose and find some way there.
We take what we’re choosing, whether we swim or we fly
We work and mold, trot, hop, skip with intent.
We take audience with us, for what we have, we share.

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Because I am obligated to Sundays, I am writing this post. I am distracted by my own indecision. What format is best for this, my first post? I choose collage/poem/list/epistle.

Things I appreciated this weekend:

1. Readings! First The Duchess of Malfi and then Bottled Up (Erica Lipez’s graduate playwriting thesis). Two immensely satisfying experiences.
2. Masks! So excited about the transformative qualities of truly workable masks.
3. Mothers! I love my mother every day, but I count other mothers on this day. To me art.party is a mother, of sorts. A magic mother, nurturing new ideas. Perhaps she’s a crazy aunt who gives fun gifts and teaches you how to play canasta. I am excited to explore the relationship, whatever it might be.

So, art.party.  That’s what I’ve got so far.  I’m excited for what’s to come.

Much love,

Jojo