LuxThe 200 or so acolytes then promenaded across the bridgebearing banners and flags, stopping in the middle to hear poems by Vladimir Mayakovsky, Audre Lorde, June Jordan and Hart Crane, who had lived nearby.
In league with the rocket is the 17-foot hideous-yet-endearing troll under the Aurora Bridge, as is the raucous Summer Solstice Parade in all its stilted, puppet bearing, naked cyclist glory that drums to the beat of its own whacked-out marching band.