Because of Joe Sorren

When I was a senior at Flagstaff High School, I took a poetry class. One of our assignments was to cut clumps of words from magazines and fashion them into a cut-and-pasted poem or story, using a bare minimum of "filler" words or phrases to make each sentence cohesive.

Joe Sorren's paintings are without a doubt thought provoking, but reading the identifying titles of his paintings provoked poetic thoughts too (for me, at least). Tapped out below is a short, curious story using all the titles of Sorren's paintings, currently housed in our gallery. (Can you spot all 24 titles?)

I Had A Dream Last Night That I Punched You In The Face. We were in Dialog about a Tryst. We were to meet at The Dance Of All Hollow’s Eve, but I didn’t find you until In The Morning, In The Tide. There you were with Astraea, chatting about When She Was Camera and her Portrait of Isabell Romée. Roar, My Own Little Self for I was jealous (which is when I punched you in the face). In Exile, I ran into The Luthier with a Bump. Distraught, I inquired “Given The Difference Between No. 1…and Given The difference Between No. 2…” but with a wave came an Interruption and he said, “It’s All Because Of Toast” as he left to join Pinkmu On the Wind, M’am.

Later, The Overture was In Bloom While The Trucks On The Highway All Howl. I was At Tea with Roeishi and The Mushroom Hunter. We were Filling Little Thoughts With Little Ears when I awoke.

By Day I Dream of Night from now on.

El Fin.

-Ren