So I was reading this article this morning...
Mystery visitor makes 58th appearance at Poe's Grave
And, obviously, it brought up the question of what celebrity/icon/etc. would I like to create the tradition of visiting on an annual basis simply to leave flowers and whatever item I feel represents my relationship with them. And with what celebrity would this ceremony be significant enough to warrant passing on the tradition to my future generations? And what would be and my future children/grandchildren wear to such a ceremony so that we would be recognized as clearly as the "Poe Toaster?"So here's what I've come up with:
Mina Loy. She was an exceptional artist and writer and her poetry should certainly be more recognized than it currently is--perhaps the pilgrimages undertaken by me and my future generations will bring more attention to her work. That Poe Toaster's got it wrong--what's the use of making a spectacle around the memory of someone who is already more famous than they ought to be?
Besides, she's buried in Aspen and if I'm going to take an annual trek somewhere, it might as well be a vacation spot.
As for what to bring her, she's a writer who turned her nose at the traditional romantic notions of love so roses are out. I think, maybe a flower that has significantly non-romantic overtones would be more fitting. Flower experts out there can advise me as to what that might be.
And, to recognize her poems that satirized a series of travel guides by naming them after a popular series and then making the poems more of an internal guide to travel the self, I will bring a different Frommer's-type travel book about a different place each year and inside each book I will highlight words that could be connected into one of Loy's poems. Hey, if I had time to this pilgrimage, I figure I have time to do a lot of things.
And I'd wear a nice suit and try to look presentable. She was quite the looker back in the day.
So, fair readers, where would your pilgrimage lead you?
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After several seconds of careful thought, I've decided that my pilgrimage would lead me to the grave of playwright Larry Shue, writer of the widely produced classics The Foreigner and The Nerd. I would leave him my shoes and socks as a tribute to the bizarre party game conceived by the title character in The Nerd, and I would back to my motel barefoot through the winter snow.
Definitely to Sor Juana's grave (and this is not merely a plug for my most recent post -- not MERELY). And I wouldn't bring anything to leave behind, but I would read her some Stephen Hawking.
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