“Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh,
but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone,
what’s left tastes bitter.”
— Bertolt Brecht (1898—1956) German dramatist.
Archive for juice
Juicy Quote
Posted in juicy quote, Photo with tags "Cisco Kid" Photography, Flickr photostream, fruit, Josh Billings, juice, juicy, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, oranges, photography on January 15, 2011 by lkthayer
“It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening. After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow.
God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.”
- Josh Billings
“Dude” Photograph by
“Cisco Kid”
© 2011
Juicy Quote
Posted in Poetry with tags Dr. Wayne Dyer, Flickr photostream, juice, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, liquid2liquid photography, orange, photography, poetry blogs, squeeze on December 29, 2010 by lkthayer
“When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out – because that’s what’s inside.
When you are squeezed, what comes out is what is inside.”
- Wayne Dyer
“fruitmachine” Photo by
liquid
2 liquid
© 2010
Juicy Quote
Posted in juicy quote, Photo with tags fruit, ink, juice, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, photography, squeeze, writers, writing on December 16, 2010 by lkthayer
Juicy Quote
Posted in juicy quote, Photo with tags juice, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, lemon bar, lemonade, lemons, Paul Mckay, photography on December 13, 2010 by lkthayer
Juicy Quote
Posted in juicy quote, Photo with tags actress, cicely tyson, fruit, juice, juicy, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, photography on December 2, 2010 by lkthayer
“When I told my mother that I wanted to be an actress, she said, you can’t live here and do that,
and so I moved out. I was determined to prove her wrong because she was so sure that I was going to go astray.
And that’s the juice that kept me going.”
© 2010
“Orange”
Posted in Photo, Poetry with tags abstract art, fruit, juice, juicy, Kindergarten Poetry, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, orange wedge, poetry blogs, poets, wordpress on October 10, 2010 by lkthayer
“Fruit Punch” by Thayer/Hicks
Posted in Artwork, Guest Squeeze, Photo, Poetry with tags abstract, art blogs, fruit punch, juice, juicy, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, Mitch Hicks, photography, pink, purple, U.K. on September 29, 2010 by lkthayer
pink is the liquid mixed with fruit
dipping in not knowing
glides the glass to the other side of the room
small talk with a flutter of the eye
music mellow in the background
a lover yet to meet
hands pass over midnight you turn pink
and the evening was just a blink
© 2010
“BRING IN ALL THE POETS” by Stephen John Kalinich
Posted in Featured Poet, Guest Squeeze, Photo, Poetry with tags "Bring In All The Poets", juice, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, photography, Poetry, poetry blogs, poets, stephen john kalinich, writers on September 21, 2010 by lkthayer
Photo by L. K. Thayer
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
RIDE ON THEIR VERSES
WALK DOWN AND UP THEIR WORDS
PICK THEM UP OUT OF THE GUTTER
THE ONES WHO WRITE WITH THEIR FLESH
WITH BROKEN STEPS AND GESTURES
WITH THEIR LIVES AND SUFFERING
THAT LIVE THE POEMS
WITH A LARGE SWOOP
SCOOP THEM UP IN A LOOSE NET
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
KISS THEM
LOVE THEM
PASSIONATELY
BREATH THEIR INTENSITY
INGEST IT INTO YOURSELF
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
THOSE THAT TOUCH YOU
THOSE THAT AFFECT YOU
THOSE WHO POUND INTO YOU
MAKE YOUR HEART BEAT FAST
THOSE WHO MAKE YOUR BLOOD BOIL
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
THAT ARE JUST UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE
ON THE EDGE
AROUND THE CORNER OF YOUR SUPPRESSED IMPULSE
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
WITH YOUR TRUMPET BLOW THEIR BRAINS OUT
WITH KINDNESS
PLAY WITH THEM
SING ALL ALOUD SIMULTANEOUSLY
IN THE SAME MOVEMENT
SCREAM FROM THE WOUNDS OF THE EARTH
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
THEIR VERSE MAKES YOU ALIVE
AWAKENS THE MUSIC
THAT HAS BEEN LYING DORMANT
WITHIN YOU FOR CENTURIES
THAT STIRS THE SLUSH THE MUCK THE MUD
THAT MAKES THE TRIBUTARIES AND ARTERIES
THAT CLOG UP IMPURE
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
AND TOGETHER LET THEM
MOW DOWN THE OPPRESSORS THE TERRORIST
WHO TRY TO HOLD US ALL IN CHECK
WHO MAKE US PUNCH THE TIME CLOCK
WHO TELL US WHAT TO THINK AND FEEL
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
BRING THEM FAST
BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE
BEFORE THE BOMB IS INVENTED
THAT WILL EAT THE WHOLE WORLD UP
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
WHO ARE ALL COLORS
WHO HAVE BEEN HIDDEN
WHO CAN TRANSFORM
AND TRANSCEND
THE LIMITATION
THIS MUTED STRIVING
LOOK TO THE DAY
WHEN THEIR POEM
WILL BE LOVED LIVED AND FELT
WHEN THEIR NEED TO EXPRESS THE POEM
WILL BE SILENCED
WHEN THE ABUNDANCE
WILL BE THE ORGASM THE CLIMAX THE OXYGEN
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
THAT WILL OVERTAKE THE GALAXY
THE UNIVERSE
WHEN THEIR STANZAS
AND RHYMES
AND COUPLETS
WILL RESONATE FROM STAR TO STAR
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
STRETCH AND SEND THEM TO
BANGLADESH TO BOSNIA
TO NEW YORK
TO LOS ANGELES.
TO EUROPE
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
HAVE A BEER WITH THEM
SHARE A SANDWICH
DO NOT LOOK FOR A RESTING
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
UNTIL YOU FEEL THE WINDING DOWN
THE REVERSE
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
PULL THEIR WORDS OUT OF BOOKS AND PAGES
PULL THEM OFF
SEND THEM BACK TO THE POETS’ PEN AND FINGERS
BACK INSIDE HIS BRAIN AND EXTREMITIES
SEND THE VERSES BACK INTO HIS BODY
LET HIM ABSORB THEM ALL AT ONCE
AND START AGAIN
LET HIM GO BACK IN TIME
BECOME A CHILD
GO BACK FURTHER STILL INTO THE WOMB
BACK INSIDE HIS FATHER BEFORE SPERM
UNITED WITH HIS MOTHERS EGG
LET HIM GO BACK FURTHER STILL
TILL BEYOND THE BEGINNING
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
UNTIL YOU ARE
THE AWARENESS OF THE ONE POET
THE WILD UNTAMED LAND OF THE SELF
THE UNCONSCIOUS WHERE WE ALL MERGE
AND UNITE
CROSS AND INTERSECT
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
WHAT CAN EVOLVE
WHAT CAN WE BECOME
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
ON SURFBOARDS
IN CHURCHES
AND SYNAGOGUES
IN MOSQUE’S
AND TRAIN STATIONS
IN HINDU AND BUDDHIST TEMPLES
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
ALL THE RHYTHMS
VOICES
SOUNDS
PULVERIZE THEM CRUSH THEM
CRUMBLE THEIR BONES INTO ASHES
PUT NEW WINE INTO THE VESSELS
ROUTE NEW BLOOD IN THE VEINS
LET THEM COME UP WITH A PLAN FOR PEACE
A WAY TO
DISSOLVE DESTRUCTION
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
HANG THEM OUT TO DRY
TURN THEIR POCKETS INSIDE OUT
SPEAK THEIR POEMS OUT LOUD
RECORD THE PERCUSSION
THE WIND TONES
THE SHEER FORCE
OF ALL THE WORDS
EXPANDING
THROBBING
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
THE ONES WHO HURL THEIR POEMS
LIKE A JAVELIN
LIKE A SPEAR
LIKE THE SHOT
OUT OF A BAZOOKA
LET THEM PIERCE YOU
WITH THEIR LOADED WEAPONS
THEIR IMAGES AND THOUGHTS
UNTIL YOU ARE HEALED
GO INTO EVERY CREVICE
EVERY BLOODSTREAM
REVERSE THEIR IGNORANCE
STOP THEM BEFORE THEY STOP YOU
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
TO THE BANQUET
REJOICE
SHAKE
TREMBLE
WEEP
DANCE THE ECSTATIC GALACTIC SYMPHONY
LET IT PENETRATE INTO EVERY PAIN
EVERY MARROW
EVERY CELL
EVERY TISSUE
UNTIL THERE IS NO ONE LEFT
UNTIL THERE ARE NO MORE WARS
AND THERE IS NO MORE HATRED EXPRESSED
BRING IN ALL THE POETS
© 2007
© 2010
