Thank you all for your devotion & juicy contributions!
L.K. Thayer is in a play called “O’Neill’s Ghosts”
Rehearsals start today for a September 5th opening!
(See previous post for info)
Too much is happening for me to split my focus
so I bid you a sensous summer and see you
this Fall!! xoxo
– L.K. Thayer
September 5th – 8PM (Limited Engagement)
Performances: Thurs.- Sat. 8PM – Sun. 2PM
O’Neill’s Ghosts, written by award-winning playwright Jovanka Bach, is told from the tormented perspective of Eugene O’Neill as he struggles with his latest writing while being haunted by the ghosts of his alcoholic-suicidal son, Bud; his career-plagued father, James; his dope-fiend mother, Ella; and debauched older brother Jamie. O’Neill suffers pangs of conscience while ravaging his family’s troubled history as plot fodder for his many plays, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing the pen.
The drama is set in 1912, in a coastal Connecticut home. As O’Neill arduously tries to concentrate on his latest work, he is haunted by the years of paternal neglect toward his eldest son, Eugene O’Neill Jr. (Bud). This relationship is reminiscent of the interactions with his own father James, mother Ella and brother Jamie. In the meanwhile, his long-suffering but dutiful wife, Carlotta struggles to uphold his privacy. The interruptions include a series of frantic calls from the family attorney concerning Eugene’s and Carlotta’s overwrought concern for their ailing dog. From her own perspective, the family’s surly Irish maid, Maude, grows even more disgusted as she tries to make sense of the family’s dysfunction.
Sadly neither O’Neill’s father, his mother, nor his brother can impress upon him enough to change the way he interacts with his own son, Bud. The more he tries to impress his father, the more Bud’s spirit deteriorates as it becomes evident that his father will never take the time from his calling to accept him into his world. And, just as O’Neill seems to have an epiphany, it is all too late as Bud takes his own life. But, the show must go on as they say, and O’Neill continues to bury himself in his work.
Featured as Eugene O’Neill is John DiFusco, with a supporting cast of Dana Kelly, Michael Vaccaro, Lisa Thayer, Penny Orloff, Tom Groenwald and Tanya Starcevich.
The production is designed by Jaret Sacrey, with lighting and sound by Kent Inasy and stage management by Joe Morrissey. Poster designs by Lara Starcevich.
we were never caught we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El Dorado worked odd jobs between delusions of escape drunk on the admonitions of parents, parsons & professors driving faster than the road or law allowed. our high-pitched laughter was young, heartless & disrespected authority. we could be heard for miles in the night the Grand Canyon of a new manhood. womanhood discovered like the first sighting of Mount Wilson we rebelled against the southwestern wind we got so naturally ripped, we sprouted wings, crashed parties on the moon, and howled at the earth we lived off love. It was all we had to eat when you split you took all the wisdom and left me the worry
“Last night the moon was a sun-bleached cowskull.
Clouds moved across the night like sandstorm.
Stars howled.
The hours slithered by,
dug their poisonous fangs into me.
My body slipped off into fevered dreams,
then mirage.
Sometimes sleep is an unforgiving desert.”
(Los Angeles, Poet)
© 2013
we are haunted forever
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!!!!!
To celebrate the month of October in all the trim, your hostess has decided to dub this session of
Writers’ Row, “Magnificent Macabre!”
Join us for a decadent night of ghastly groans and ghoulish grunts that form sounds;
these sounds are called words! This is The Written Art Showcase, after all!
This is a particular call for darker work to showcase.
Share stories, poetry, non fiction, all forms of the written art.
FEATURING:
– L.K. Thayer, Poet and Editor of The Juice Bar!
– Raw Bits by Jessica Wilson
– Works of Poe & more!
RSVP for Open Mic: venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.com
7:30 pm
when it rains in LA
all the honesty creeps up
it stares you dead in the face
it can’t hide in the blow out
of sunlight
it can’t hide behind
sunglasses or tinted windows
it can’t hide or duck
the on coming blows
the hangover from the night before
has you in a vice
and it squeezes the truth
from the marrow of your pores
and you ask yourself
why am I hear
you feel like damaged goods
like the bruised peaches and pears
you find at the farmers market
bruised by rejection
from everybody but your dog
and your manicurist
and you go to her just to be touched
as she massages your
hands and shoulders
like you wish a lover would
and the rain comes down
on your rotting dreams
washing away all the nonsense
until the sun comes out
and everything looks
like you can believe in it again
like the lies you tell yourself
about how young you look
and you turn around
and next thing you know
you’re having another birthday
and thinking as you blow out the candles
I wish life was piece of cake
(from my new book “whores don’t kiss” coming soon!)
© 2011
Foto by L. K. Thayer
life is fucked some times
when you ain’t got a dime
when nothing
seems to rhyme
when you hang with the slime
what do you feel
what do you expect?
When you are a wreck
don’t have a clue
about you or anyone else
you’re a drudge
curmudge
on
my spirt is flat
I crawl on the floor
Its an uproar
a catastrophe
why is it
all about me?
Am I that blind
I don’t see
the answers
all around
in every experience
each minute
life is going fast
I am not in it
I am not going to last
and I am not in it.
I am outside
along for the ride
I want to jump in
but do not know how.
I do not exist
I am not in the now
Outside
along for the ride.
