Saturday, April 18, 2009
The bard of the woodcut
If you're in Duluth today, the place to be is Sivertson Gallery in Canal Park, for the opening of Rick Allen's show, Very Nearly True Tales of the North. The reception runs from 1 to 4 today (Saturday the 18th) and features "festive comestibles, musical diversions and treasures to win!"
Plus you can hop on the Earth Day Gallery Hop trolley and visit all sorts of other galleries with other shows, just nothing as cool or biologically relevant as Rick's.
Rick is a poet with a press and a gentleman with giclee. See you there!
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Duluth,
Family Fun,
literature
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Hey! Thanks for this, Mr. Slade. It was lovely to see you both yesterday. And today it's snowing....
The show was fabulous,
The beer dark and mysterious.
Clear lines and quaint parables
Even better than comestibles
The Great Bards all seem to leave us too early, don't they? Taken off by the consumption and the ague and ennui.
It's those bards in the middle that just seem to linger on and on and on until the last of the the growlers are drained, the staff shut off the lights and lock the doors, and the last dog is hung. those are the bards that finally have to get tossed out the door like cats and then keep you awake all night sitting on the fence and keep yowling away.
But they're yowling their thanks for friends who show up.
Back in the Gilded Century, the lesser bards had dypsomania to go with their ague.
Or was that rickets?
And let's don't forget gout. With a side of scurvy.
You could just put the whole list of maladies from the Franklin expedition, including the dreaded hubris virus.
God betwixt us and the hubris virus.
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