
Sublimite: the French translation for transcendence. We're anticipating an elegant evening of fine art, poetry, and music, celebrating the beauty and transcendence of life expressed through the arts. The night will include an art exhibition featuring the works of Jessica Libor, original poetry by Louretta Landon, and classical works performed by harpist Nichole Rohrbach.
I'll have approximately 20 works on display at the Paris Cafe during this month, so feel free to stop in and enjoy. The show opening is April 8th, at 7:00, at the Paris Cafe in on 116 North Main Street; don't miss the amazing poetry of Louretta Landon and the skills of harpist Nichole Rohrbach on that night. Thanks to the Paris Cafe for hosting this event so graciously.
Below is a sample of Louretta's inspired and brilliant poetry, written when she was in Thailand. But this is only a taste. Come the 8th for the rest!
Song of Thailand
By Louretta Landon
I stand before the blast of sun
And Scorching grasses that rise about me,
As some displaced silver birch.
And the gritty red beneath my feet
is kind and warm.
And roosters crow and Brahmin low.
And out of the brown and dusty dirt
rise Cracked and Furrowed faces
that smile at me and offer love.
And worn-out backs fold in respect,
As a stream of Lyrical tongue
Melts with the hum whir of the crickets.
If I stand on this rooftop,
Can my thoughts stretch as glittering far
As the panoply of shingle-tin before me?
The heat of the day soaks up from the
Grasses far below. And takes a hold
of my balcony.
Over wind-blown fields of Jasmine rice,
And the straw-hat heads of field workers,
A great calm sways like woven hammocks
beneath the stilt-raised houses.
There hang the oily-orange robes of monks
like any other washing out to dry.
Marketplace of eastern life,
Give up your spicy aromatics and
Orchids, blue and pink and laughing.
Silks woven by centuries-old fingers,
Wrap your stories around my arms
And embrace me as your daughter.