Showing posts with label parties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parties. Show all posts

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Transformation: Party Guest

One day I turned into a statue.
It happened at a small outdoor party.
As usual, people were either ignoring
me or shooting talk at me. I was 
about to say thanks to the hosts
and leave when I realized
my body had shifted to become
gray speckled stone. Granite man. 
I was inflexibly pleased.

I had not a single desire, not
even the desire to have no
desires. By the time I turned
back into a proper person,
the party had ended, the hosts
had sold the house and left
town, and the city's climate
had changed. It was time for me
to be getting back home.


hans ostrom 2020

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Ceremonial Headdress

I wore a ceremonial headdress
of my own design
to the party. No one else
wore one--and, truly,

I wasn't sure how many
of them were worthy of such
a noble item of clothing.
Anyway, let's just say

their definition of
"casual attire" differs
substantially from mine.
Good day to you.



hans ostrom 2017





Sunday, December 9, 2012

Hosting a Holiday Party



 (there are gathering you want to have, and then gatherings you more or less must have)





So: so-so society came by my abode
to socialize, leastwise that was the alleged
point of it-all. It-all included greetings,
seatings, standing, talking, offering, listening,
thanking, pleasing.   Things deeply in our minds
stayed deeply, did not venture into air or other
minds by any means.  I socialize because I
pretend it’s pleasurable and play, not
measurable and work.  Socio-lie-zing
is a good thing, if only because solitude,
my preference, needs points of reference
and departure, and departure is what society
undertook after it looked at its watch
and said, This has been but we must be,
thanks for your hospitality, see you
later, thanks again, goodbye.  Sighing,
breathing, much relieving—guide me
to my quiet lair.

Hans Ostrom, 2012