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Hey, it's a work of art!

Hey, it’s a work of art!

• August 21, 2015

For those unfortunate few following my On the Road summer sojourn, I must be the last vaguely hip Rochesterian to have discovered Lux Lounge at 666 South Avenue. My first encounter was revelatory. (Get it, 666, Chapter 13, New Testament.) Actually, my first encounter was revelatory.

Needing an entre on a soft summer’s Saturday night, I meekly asked three comely young women if I was “too old” for Lux:

ABSOLUTELY NOT. Lux is a NO JUDGEMENT ZONE. You can be a drag queen!

Not yet a drag queen, I nonetheless saw the light at Lux. Next destination, of course, photo op on the Phallic Chair!

Bouncer Gerry Lembke and former bartender Dan Ross fighting over jukebox selection

As for more of what Lux is (besides Sanskrit रोचते ), hack writer that I am, I stole everything from the website and past articles.

The Insider Magazine described the carnivalesque décor as “scary but kitsch.” Skulls, shrunken heads, extra large spiders, red walls, black ceilings wrought-iron (electric) chandeliers and horned red figures above the bar. In 2004 Kayla Zarby, also of the Insider, summed up the vibe: “funky, eclectic, with an ultrahip aftertaste.” On September 11, 2002 (ominous date no?), the City Magazine said opening night attracted a “flock of jaded, black-clad bohemians.”

Naturally, inhabitants include some Bukowskian antihero poetic barflys.  As my summer of love has had some excursions into poesy–and because I want others to do the writing for me–the rest of the post is dedicated to haikus and poems written by actual Luxites.

On movie night Wednesday, owner Karrie Laughton and I arranged a little impromptu poetry making event. (I played the fool, black clad with beige fedora, as the beatnik ghost of Jack Kerouac.) The scribes of Lux shone. It was deluxfull. I received far more poems than space allows, ranging from the comic to the cosmic to the profane to the Croatian (the poet says you must google translate her poem).

For some recent misadventures Reverend Mothers, Empaths of Enlightenment, American buskers and more at the Park Avenue Festival, Join me at Twilight  More on the Austrian Cannon Monument including from Rachel Barnhart At a seat from the President’s table two years later  also see usatoday.com/staff/3727/david-kramer/.

D & C blogger groupies, Hoby Amityville Horror and Tootsie Dean

On poesy  Is there a poem in this tragedy?  Two on a Rickety Bicycle In Mount Hope Cemetery remembering the tragic vision of Adelaide Crapsey

Vladamar Nabakav visits 666 South Avenue

Luxlita, lux of my life,
Fire of my loins.
My sin, my soul. Lux-lee-ta:
The tip of the tongue
Taking a trip of three steps
Down the palate
To tap, at three,
On the teeth.
Lux. Lee. Ta.

–Rochester, Summer 2015

David Kramer

 

Lux

The address is 666

With a hip, oddball mix

Where art is king

And the music makes you sing

Where drinks are cheap

And there are ample lays to reap

It’s a quick roam

Hence its my second home

–JDB-R 8/19/2015

 

Starving artist passing the fedora hat.

Halcyon Days

Red umbrellas

Pic-nic benches,

Sometimes Hipsters,

Sometimes Wenches.

 

Sundays spent on

Summer days,

Crisp beers n’ burgers,

In a cigarette haze.

 

Evil address

Holy neighbor.

Heaven’s fun, but Lux

Is safer.

–Brandon Brooks

Too many haikus!

Too many haikus!

 

In the space between the

Shadows and in between the bricks,

Lies a spot between the worlds

Where conversations thick

We come to find the center,

The liminal space.

Where we find each other

And also find our face.

–Ian Warren

 

 

 LUX HAIKU

The poet should have taken one (or more) of these on the way home!

PBRs are cheap!

Hooked up with someone

Last night

Now I got a rash.

–anonymous

 

And to think some people were watching a movie instead of writing their poems!

There is a spot

Between the light and dark

Between the day and night

Where a convent abuts

A den of iniquity

Where booze pours

And flames flicker

And lost souls drink

And come closer to heaven

In the twilight

Fiat Lux

–K

 

Pjesha O Lux-U  (Croatian)

Pece David

Pjesmu Hoce

Pjesmu Na Hrvatskom

Hrvatskom na pjesmu

Pjesmu o lux-u

Ne tna David

Da ja pjesnik nigam

Nepocudno pokucstvo

Nepocudni ljudi

Yo je Lux

Dosta pisanja

Surseno

–Ch.B

Croatian poetess discovers America is the land of plenty

 

Lux Haiku

Lux w/the red lights

Freaks Geeks Poets and In Betweens

Drink and be merry

–JDB-R 8/19/2015

 

LUX

Come expecting Lucifer,

Instead encounter angles of light.

What’s the difference,

Among the open & the bright?

–Chase-Everett

 

Lux is a place

Lux is a face

Where sexuality

Is in flux

Don’t wear you tux

Luminous ducks

Right on your crux

Back in space

Better know your place

–D.O.

 

Now She is Yours

She was my Lux

My Luxembourg

My Grand Duchy of Luxembourg

My Deluxe

My Deluxe Grand Duchy of Luxembourg

My Luxury

My Luxurious Delux Grand Duchy of Luxembourg

She was my light

– David Kramer

 

The evening was to die for. Time to hang up my poetry!

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