Due to the faithful forward-paying of germs between daughters and mothers, I canceled my swank plans tonight to go to a Poetry Reception at Bucknell. Yes, that Bucknell.
Instead, I stayed home and judged a poetry contest.
It was for Category #13 of the PA Poetry Society’s Annual contest. Here’s a link: Click Contests once you get there.
These were poems with the subjects “Arts, Artists, Artistry.”
A lot of them were very, very bad.
One or two–which is enough–were good enough.
I learned about some artists. I always enjoy learning about artists.
Someone else wrote about Felix Valloton’s “La Ballon.”
But once more, I find myself ill-equipped to offer any thoughts or perspective on the matter. I am, instead, beat, exhausted physically and intellectually, and desirous of some horrible television.
Goodnight, Fair Blog Readers. At least tomorrow is free story Wednesday. So If I can’t muster any thinking, at least I can paste an old, potentially salacious, story.