|
It's
all happening in the next week....
"How the Best Was Won" - Friday, August 27, 6-9pm
A
truly unique evening, Old West style ~ $45
 You are invited to bring your cowboy boots and hat and a
big appetite to beautiful Rainbow Orchards next Friday! What could be
better than a hearty beef dinner served with a locally-grown salad
bar, accompanied by old west style side dishes, and topped off with a
freshly-picked fruit dessert?
Watch the sunset over the orchard while listening to cowboy poetry.
Visit with local artists and see their work as you're serenaded by
the Old West Trio, or kick up your heels and dance to the music! For
a little extra you can sample our carefully chosen selection of wine
from Madrona Vineyards or beer from Old Hangtown Beer Works (try the
award-winning Stout or the surprisingly refreshing China Camp Lager,
with just a hint of ginger).
Tickets are available at EDAC's ArtSpace (459 Main Street,
Placerville). A limited number will be available at the door. Please
join us at Rainbow Orchards! You'll be supporting EDAC's accessible
arts programs while enjoying what promises to be a very special and
unique evening.
"Art
in the Orchard" - Saturday, August 28, 10am - 5pm
Fun
for the Whole Family!
 We've moved one of our family-favorite events a little
earlier this year, so don't miss out! Encourage the kids or
grandkids to appreciate great art without having to drive to San
Francisco or  Sacramento. Plus we'll have quilts, jewelry, ironworks,
fiber art and more thrown into the mix. The whole family will enjoy
the petting zoo, and everyone should try their hand at painting our
giant outdoor coloring board scenes! In addition to the art for sale,
there will also be food, refreshments, and locally-produced beer and
wine for purchase, or you can try your hand at making your own ice
cream. We'll have live music all day - click here for
the schedule and more information.
Red Fox Poetry at ArtSpace
Friday, August 27, 7-8pm at ArtSpace
El Dorado Arts Council and Red Fox Underground Poets bring you the
poetry of William O'Daly; he'll be reading from his own poems as well
as his translations of the Chilean Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda. A
short poetry open-mic follows (signup before the feature).
ArtSpace, El Dorado Arts Council's new gallery, is located at 459
Main Street, Placerville. There is no charge. Meanwhile, enjoy the
selection of poetry shared below.
Mysterious Figure
Is God a girl? you asked as we climbed
the Coast Range, your taste for iron and salt
expanding beyond your 1,875th day.
Do numbers go forever? Our small car
rounded a curve
and caught sight of the shimmering sea.
If numbers keep going, there must be a day-itty.
You said it that way, your cheeks the color
of apricots, beautiful mind hungry
as one bee-no cloud, no chord, no stone,
no poem can ever be like yours. Today,
mysterious figure we never dreamed, you blow
on your alto saxophone
lonely numerals with love,
numbers that have no other.
Let the tender hands of the clock
turn the pages, and raise your family of notes.
Life moves with sweet intensity,
blossoms geometrically,
as your fingers discover twilight. We blow a kiss
to the mystery of who you are,
and our lips touch infinity, this small world-
all the rest, rumors in the grass.
You play the wind without fear, listen
for the rain and take flight
with the ferocity of one drawn to song,
sculpting your own Greek isle.
With each breath you seek an omnipotent being
to whom power means nothing,
a heaven that has no need of honey.
- William O'Daly, published in CutBank, Vol. 73-74
The Latecomer
Let it be known that by the course
of the slow day of my life
I arrived late everywhere:
for me, only the chairs waited
(and the black waves of the sea).
This century was empty.
They were making the wheels
of a velvet carriage.
For any ship being born
farewells were needed.
The locomotives still
dreamed of the forest,
they spilled over the rails
like cascades of caimans
and thus, little by little, the earth
became a goblet of smoke.
Horses at daybreak
with noses steaming
and damp saddles.
Ah, would they gallop as I do?
I ask of the shining poets,
over five leagues of mud.
That they might rise in the cold
(the world astonished by dawn,
the apple trees filled with rain)
and saddle up in that silence
and gallop toward the moon!
- Pablo Neruda, translated by William O'Daly;
from World's End, Copper Canyon Press, 2009
|
