I wrote in the rather peculiar dining room of the Louis Downe house which was constructed in London in the mid 1970's. This room is part of the extensive Anne Laurie Aitken Galleries. There is nowhere in the galleries to sit (that isn't roped off) so I wrote standing today. The whole time I was there only one other person entered the room.
The Dinner Party
To be surrounded by statuary,
the false armor of men,
pedestal heightened,
and at the dinner table,
green beans and steak
are on your plate,
the smallest sherry glass
in your hand. The nude
statues have fig leaves.
The shadow they cast less noticeable
underneath the chandelier,
false candles refracted.
Factors
Day of the Week: Saturday
Occupancy of Museum: Crowded at the entrances, empty elsewhere.
Arrived at: 9:30
Departed at: 10:30
Read on Commute: Provenance by Laney Salisbury and Aly Sujo, which is a little uneven at the moment.
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