'The Death of Autumn', Tuesday November 12th Moti's potluck birthday bash. My favorite music, my own wine, the hardest class ever, and much much more.

[Moti Buchboot]

Hey guys,

Another year passed, and I’d like to share the celebrations with my friends.

If you are in Los Angeles, and want to party, dance or just hang, you are more than welcome to join me.

Hardest combination class  from 8-9

No birthday gifts please; instead of birthday gifts, bring canned goods to be donated to the Los Angeles food bank.

 

Class 8-9  $10 (practica included)

Practica 9-? $5

Location: Varieties International 2523 17^th Street Santa Monica CA 90405

See you around.

Moti

1. 'The Death of Autumn' by Edna St. Vincent Millay

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,

And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind

Like agèd warriors westward, tragic, thinned

Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,

Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,

Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek--

Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes

My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,

And will be born again--but ah, to see

Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!

Oh, Autumn! Autumn!--What is the Spring to me?