The Dali Dinners were a series of Art-Event/Dinner Parties given in Atlanta, Georgia during the years 1977-82. They became progressively more elaborate, culminating in the final party given in remembrance of the passing of Gala Dali in 1982.
Dali Dinner #1 - Rupley House - 1977
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| The Surrealist Dali Dinner Manifesto 1977 |
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| 1st invitation |
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| 1977- guests: Phyllis Melton,Nanci Dubin,Judy Aycock,Chip Jamison,George Nikas | & Jaff & Michael |
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| Michael Slagle & I...hosting |
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| Alison Mclaughlin in her performance of Veiled Isis with Velveeta Cheese Offerings |
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2nd Dali Dinner - Roxboro Rd. - Atlanta 1978
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- Chip Jamison,Judy Aycock,SharonGorman,Arthur Offen,Nanci Dubin,Peter & Anne Hudson and The Mystery Woman...hosts -Jaff &
Michael |
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3rd Dali Dinner - Argonne Ave. - Atlanta 1979
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guests: Deborah & Randal Speckler, Nanci Dubin, Alison McLaughlin,Judy Aycock,
Chip Jamison,King Tackston, Phyllis Melton and Michael Slagle/Jaff Seijas hosting |
4th Dali Dinner - 63 17th St. Atlanta 1980
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| guests - Alison McLauglin,David Sheppard,Patricia Deck,Chip Jamison,Judy Aycock,Mike Murry,Sheila Beardsly,Nanci Dubin...and Michael & Jaff hosting |
Dali Dinner 5 - Kipling Dr. - Atlanta 1981 - (
alas, I lost all but three of the photos I had of this event)
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| guests: Nanci Dubin,Phyllis&Wynn Huff,King Thackston,Chuck Haines,Sharon Gorman,Arthur Offen,Chip Jamison,Judy Aycock,David Widmere,Don Cooper...hosts - Jaff & Michael |
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Dali Dinner 6 - or The Gala Dali Dinner - in honor of the passing of Gala Dali in 1982
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| guests: Nanci Dubin,Forrest Moses,Bob Thomas,King Thackston,Denis Duncan,Gibbs Hasty,Phyllis Melton,Bryan Kirkland,Jack Owen,Chip Jamison,Judy Aycock & hosts Jaff & Michael |
The Meaning of the Last Dali Gala Dinner
(May be sung to Harp accompaniment)
Joy
can only follow those who go too
far in excess.
Those who push to the limit their
sadomasochistic palette to the gilded razored fork…
Mixing blood and fish flesh…the reddest of
snappers…lashing cold tongues with the sanguine flow of Christian guilt.
Are we not those fearful spoiled children, in
non-reflective garments of red and black Samurai terrors…bound in anorexic
adolescent vaporous frenzy…blind and helpless…white mice in a maze of
psychological salad-daze?
The room now wreathed in white and funerary
décor weeps in perfect static Classical sorrow…as the sugar-coated soul of Gala
ascends to an obscure culinary heaven…her apotheosis accented by Doric visual
paeans… sweeping garlands of white roses swaying into clouds of awe as we …the
bereaving spirits of 13 mourners sigh and sigh again…
Hostilities, exhalations and nervous mental
windmills spin upwards…as the vanities, tensions and rivalry we have all
shared…is underscored by the knowledge of our deeds and their consequences! Oh
forgive us Gods of Art!
Food for thought indeed!
The dinner bell punctuates our human
ironies and a toast will be made…or is
it a prayer? Only we 13 can say…..
