“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.”
(George Bernard Shaw)
“No Time” by Mitch Hicks
Posted in Artwork, Guest Squeeze, Photo with tags Armillary Sphere ~ Justin Tunley, art, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, Mitch Hicks, photography, poet, poetry blogs, time, U.K., writers on January 25, 2012 by lkthayer
Armillary Sphere ~ Justin Tunley
I wish time would stand still
There is no time
Your time ticks away
My time moves me to tears
Many moons pass over
Shadows mark footsteps
Thoughts spin around
Time has me truly bound
“acceptance” by L.K. Thayer
Posted in Photo, Poetry with tags France, Giempe Photography, L. K. Thayer's Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, photography, self acceptance, women poets on January 24, 2012 by lkthayer
when you find it
it speaks to you
there is a soothing voice
a touch, a sense
of belonging
the uncertainty of yesterday is filled with passion
grace and Light
it illuminates your every breath
when you find it
the covers come down from over your head
your feet slip into the shoes
that once didn’t fit
and you can walk forever
with a new attachment to the earth
beneath your feet
when you make the discovery
a warm shawl is wrapped around
shadows of doubt, fear
and disbelief
you take on a new stroll
a saunter, a strut
you are able to enter doors
that were once closed
open windows that were hammered shut
look through curtains that allow you to see
the view, for the very first time
when it comes to you
welcome it, answer it, embrace it
ride the magic carpet
ride the wave of fortune found
take the joy ride
home
© 2012
“Eating Poetry…”
Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags eating poetry, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, Mark Strand, poetry blogs, writers on January 23, 2012 by lkthayer
“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.”
~Mark Strand,
“Eating Poetry,” Reasons for Moving, 1968
Juicy Quote
Posted in juicy quote, Poetry with tags apples, Edward Bunyard, fruit, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, pears on January 19, 2012 by lkthayer
“It is, in my view, the duty of an apple to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to silent consumption.”
- Edward Bunyard
Charles Bukowski
Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags Charles Bukowski, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poet, poetry blogs, the house, writers on January 18, 2012 by lkthayer
the house
They are building a house
half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down
listening to the sounds,
the hammers pounding in nails,
thack thack thack thack,
and then I hear birds,
and thack thack thack,
and I go to bed,
I pull the covers to my throat;
they have been building this house
for a month, and soon it will have
its people…sleeping, eating,
loving, moving around,
but somehow
now
it is not right,
there seems a madness,
men walk on top with nails
in their mouths
and I read about Castro and Cuba,
and at night I walk by
and the ribs of the house show
and inside I can see cats walking
the way cats walk,
and then a boy rides by on a bicycle
and still the house is not done
and in the morning the men
will be back
walking around on the house
with their hammers,
and it seems people should not build houses
anymore,
it seems people should not get married
anymore,
it seems people should stop working
and sit in small rooms
on 2nd floors
under electric lights without shades;
it seems there is a lot to forget
and a lot not to do,
and in drugstores, markets, bars,
the people are tired, they do not want
to move, and I stand there at night
and look through this house and the
house does not want to be built;
through its sides I can see the purple hills
and the first lights of evening,
and it is cold
and I button my coat
and I stand there looking through the house
and the cats stop and look at me
until I am embarrased
and move North up the sidewalk
where I will buy
cigarettes and beer
and return to my room.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags apple tree, birthday, civil rights, equality, freedom fighter, fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, martin luther king jr., poetry blogs, writers on January 16, 2012 by lkthayer
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree.”
In honor of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday
“Apples” by Grace Schulman
Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags apples, fruit, Grace Schulman, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, women poets on January 14, 2012 by lkthayer |
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Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella but not its apples, heaped in paper cartons, dry under cling film. The apple man, who shirrs his mouth as though eating tart fruit, exhibits four like racehorses at auction: Blacktwig, Holland, Crimson King, Salome. I tried one and its cold grain jolted memory: a hill where meager apples fell so bruised that locals wondered why we scooped them up, my friend and I, in matching navy blazers. One bite and I heard her laughter toll, free as school's out, her face flushed in late sun. I asked the apple merchant for another, jaunty as Cezanne's still-life reds and yellows, having more life than stillness, telling us, uncut, unpeeled, they are not for the feast but for themselves, and building strength to fly at any moment, leap from a skewed bowl, whirl in the air, and roll off a tilted table. Fruit-stand vendor, master of Northern Spies, let a loose apple teach me how to spin at random, burn in light and rave in shadows. Bring me a Winesap like the one Eve tasted, savored and shared, and asked for more. No fool, she knew that beauty strikes just once, hard, never in comfort. For that bitter fruit, tasting of earth and song, I'd risk exile. The air is bland here. I would forfeit mist for hail, put on a robe of dandelions, and run out, broken, to weep and curse — for joy. |
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Poetry In Motion @Beyond Baroque Jan. 14th, 2012
Posted in Poetry with tags 2012, Eve Brandstein, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, Lisa Thayer, poetry blogs, Poetry In Motion, Poetry Reading, poets, writers on January 8, 2012 by lkthayer
Anne Sexton
Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags angel of blizzards & blackouts, Anne Sexton, fruit, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, women poets on January 6, 2012 by lkthayer
“ANGEL OF BLIZZARDS AND BLACKOUTS”
Angel of blizzards and blackouts, do you know raspberries,
those rubies that sat in the green of my grandfather’s garden?
You of the snow tires, you of the sugary wings, you freeze
me out. Let me crawl through the patch. Let me be ten.
Let me pick those sweet kisses, thief that I was,
as the sea on my left slapped its applause.
Only my grandfather was allowed there. Or the maid
who came with a scullery pan to pick for breakfast.
She of the rolls that floated in the air, she of the inlaid
woodwork all greasy with lemon, she of the feather and dust,
not I. Nonetheless I came sneaking across the salt lawn
in bare feet and jumping-jack pajamas in the spongy dawn.
Oh Angel of the blizzard and blackouts, Madam white face,
take me back to that red mouth, that July 21st place.
Anne Sexton
