By Clyde Davis: Local Columnist
I really am at a loss when it comes to what some words mean.
Now, don’t tell me to go get a dictionary. Remember I am an English teacher; I frequently tell others to go get a dictionary.
What I mean is, after I have seen the word defined, I still don’t understand it.
“Chelation” is a good example. After my buddy Joe defined it for me, I still don’t understand it because I can’t picture it.
“Bohemian” is another example.
Well, I know there is an opera called “La Boheme;” I know this because a choir director I once worked with took us all to see her performance in it. I think it had a really sad ending and the lead characters mostly died. I didn’t understand we weren’t supposed to stand up and cheer our choir director, “Go, Lisa!!” — until everyone looked at me with disdain.
But I do understand that Bohemian Night is coming up at the Main Arteri on Friday. It starts about 7 p.m. at the corner of Fifth and Main.
There will be readings, by whomever wants to be a part of it. I am going to bring my children’s stories, and some of these columns that I am collating into a book, and the thing I am daring to call a novel.
I am hoping Michelle will bring the novel she has been working on. Marty is going to bring some of her beautiful descriptive reflections: boy, is she talented.
This is only a small part of what will hopefully be read.
There will be music. I guess John will be bringing his guitar, and hopefully Kevin and Maggie will make it in time. I asked Emily to bring her French horn, and if we get lucky she will.
There will be visual arts. Well, most of you know that is the Main Arteri’s focus. They just finished a fantastic impromptu art show, and some of the folks who were part of that show will be there.
Maybe there will be drama. Well, you get so many artistic types in a place, there is bound to be drama. But maybe it will be official.
There will be food. And food. And stuff to drink. Good food and stuff to drink. I am going to bring some cookies and dare to bring that mideastern coffee I bought in Albuquerque last December, the stuff I haven’t yet had the nerve to bring out.
So you ask, “Can I bring my poetry? My music? My drama?” The answer is yes, yes, yes. This is a participant night, not just for folks to come and watch.
So be there. It will not fly without you.
This is a presentation of Impromptu Cultural Arts of Clovis, direct descendants of The Merry Pranksters.)
Oops: In last week’s column, I erroneously reported that Grandpa Rice’s draft horses weighed in at around half a ton. As many of my readers probably know, they really weighed about a ton.
Clyde Davis is pastor of First Presbyterian Church in Portales and an instructor at Eastern New Mexico University. He can be contacted at: