Juicy Quote

LK Thayer

 

Photo by L.K. Thayer

 

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“A simple yellow lemon

 

light and shadow says

life is beautiful

though sour at times.

Take it all in stride.

Fall into joy

as you embrace the moment.”

© Stephen John Kalinich

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“A Gathering Of Friends” @ Cafe de Solar – Wed. Sept. 12th 7:30 PM Tonight!

Tracy McCormick and Levy Lee Simon present

“A GATHERING OF FRIENDS”

THE NIGHT WILL FEATURE:

Lisa K. Thayer/Poet, Todd Garner/Singer, Johnny Cervolo/Singer, Special Guest Maria del Carmen/Poet, Carla Collins/Comedienne, Rob Larkin/Singer, John Marshall Jones/Actor, Durga McBroom Hudson/Singer, Joseph Eid/Singer, Dyan Kane/Actress, The Cast of KBP Theater Group’s “The Last Five Years”, Robbie Mangiardi/Singer, Jeff Labeouf/Poet, Anna Robles, Neon West and  singer Roberta Freeman!!

Come and join us at the hippest Cafe in LA, Cafe de Solar.

Grab some cool drinks and something to eat while listening the words and sounds of some incredible artists.

Wednesday, September 12th 7:30PM – 11PM.

SOLAR de CAHUENGA, aka CAFÉ de SOLAR,

1847 N. Cahuenga Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028.

No charge. Just an amazing gathering of friends that includes YOU!!!!!

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Juicy Quote

Photo by L. K. Thayer

“How would your life be different if you stopped worrying about things you cant control and started focusing on the things you can? Let today be the day. You free yourself from fruitless worry, seize the day and take effective action on things you can change.”
–  Steve Maraboli 

“Ode To The Lemon” by Pablo Neruda

 

From blossoms
released
by the moonlight,
from an
aroma of exasperated
love,
steeped in fragrance,
yellowness
drifted from the lemon tree,
and from its plantarium
lemons descended to the earth.

Tender yield!
The coasts,
the markets glowed
with light, with
unrefined gold;
we opened
two halves
of a miracle,
congealed acid
trickled
from the hemispheres
of a star,
the most intense liqueur
of nature,
unique, vivid,
concentrated,
born of the cool, fresh
lemon,
of its fragrant house,
its acid, secret symmetry.

Knives
sliced a small
cathedral
in the lemon,
the concealed apse, opened,
revealed acid stained glass,
drops
oozed topaz,
altars,
cool architecture.

So, when you hold
the hemisphere
of a cut lemon
above your plate,
you spill
a universe of gold,
a
yellow goblet
of miracles,
a fragrant nipple
of the earth’s breast,
a ray of light that was made fruit,
the minute fire of a planet.

Pablo Neruda