“La Isla Solamente” by Yvonne de la Vega

It is a quiet clapping
no waves

the beach is perfect
the way she combed it

her writing stick
aimed
ready
to commando
words

across the sand

every ripple on the water
she has named

every shell silver dollar
every palm frond fallen

she can even time the breezes
if she wants to.

there are only 11 seagulls
she has their potato chips
there is plenty enough
for every beak
there are no
humiliating
squabbles
to have to
listen to.

clouds with colors
a sistine ceiling
all is as always in

perfect
lovely
order

designed
by the rhythmic quiet
lapping along her private beach
where she controls all
audio

but suddenly now
there
some full sail clipper
attempting anchor just
yonder

and she clicks
her tongue
with stink eye
and the yen

where are the
words in the sand
today?

she stands with her stick
and in vain tries to recall
the poignant message
she had dreamt and
rose to scrawl
for this day

it was brilliant!
it was good now
what was it?

her winged familiar
flies above humming
at it’s side
a giant dragonfly
a discerning eye
and love looks
like illusion

and if only
the distant rumbling
were tsunami
to save her

if only the reef would
rise like great barrier
sharks circling ’round
methane bubbles
fire corral
mines
portuguese
man o’ war

she wants everything
but remembers this and wants
not that hunger
not that intrusion
nor that dragonfly
with it’s bright peacock
wings and wisdom
nothing more than that

which is nothing
which is everything
a fly nonetheless
beautiful or no.

disgruntled
she holds a rusted key ready
to toss it into the newly agitated surf
the lock now missing
just gone
just gone

in love sadness
takes inventory
of everything that
might be moved or
must be buried
pre reminiscing

of when her island

was pristine and
void of any

brightly
winged
illusion
when writing in
the sand once
came so easily

-yvonne de la vega

© 2011

L. K. Thayer’s interview with LA Poetry Examiner

Ms. Lisa K. Thayer, one of Los Angeles’ poetry sweethearts…

  • September 30th, 2010 5:00 pm PT

Lisa K Thayer is one of LA Poetry’s sweethearts.  She’s a hands on organizer of poetry with her online “Poetry Juice Bar” as well as co-producer of “The Jazz Poets Social Club” every Sunday evening at Elderberries Cafe in Hollywood.

Ms. Thayer also appears in the highly acclaimed “Waiting For Jack”  a poetry theater event produced by Eve Brandstein, Rex Weiner, Michael C. Ford and John Densmore and presented by Tom Landau’s STUDIO 1520. Lisa will be reading “Ann Waldman’s” poems.

The Los Angeles Poetry Examiner literally ran into Ms Thayer in the crossfire of Internet Poetry Networking, yet another topic we’ll cover in the coming weeks. I thought it necessary to ask the Lovely Lisa a few questions for Examiner…

You are listed with the poets that used to read back in the day with Poetry In Motion, what do think about, that after all these years, the poets are still having at it?

Lisa Thayer:
Great. We only get juicier as we age with our own experience. I’m glad that they are still writing, sometimes it is a matter of life and death, like breathing. It means ‘their creative force is alive and they are listening to it. It’s a beating heart.

How long have you been writing and sharing your poetry?

Lisa Thayer:
I started out as a singer/songwriter (I’ll give you a CD)…for 2 years I just heard melodies and words just fell out, it was really a purging of emotion that I expressed in lyric form, which to me is the same as poetry. Then I didn’t write for a long time until I started studying regularly with Jack Grapes, an amazing teacher in LA. He has inspired me to go into the deep voice and get to the good stuff, so about, jeeze, all in all about 5 yrs. only, 2 1/2 I think with Jack.

Which writers or poets helped shaped your own voice in terms of poetic style, and which influenced you the most?

Lisa Thayer:
Anne Sexton speaks to me the most, with her freedom, madness and no holds barred style, she’s so brave and uncensored. Bukowski of course, Pablo Neruda lately, he’s so romantic and passionate…so many. I’m not really a reader, but I like short poems and can really get a poets style and voice when I study them, I’m an actor, that’s probably why, I have a good ear and am sensitive to where someone is coming from. I love “Bill” Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, actually, too many poets to name here!!

Where did you grow up, does this have a big influence on your poetry?

Lisa Thayer:
I really “grew up” in LA. I’ve lived here over 30yrs. I was born in Fargo, N. Dakota, yes! And was raised outside of Mpls. Minn. where I first got into theatre as a kid. I think the Midwest is a very soulful, honest place to be from, your words really mean something, you don’t just say something to say it, your word is valued more, like gold, really. I was raised on a lake every summer, my grandparents owned a home on Detroit Lakes, where my mother still lives. I always had a good imagination.

Tell me about L.K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, how long have you been running it and what made you start The Juice Bar?

Lisa Thayer:
Well, it’s funny, “The Juice Bar” is the first named that popped into my head, having to do I guess with “creative juices”…I started out with just my own poetry, I needed somewhere to put it, along with my nephew VC Ferry’s genius photographic images, i wanted to promote him, I still do. Then I invited other people’s work from Jack Grapes class & have recently gotten bit by the foto bug myself (I also created L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish) and that was a year and 80,000 hits ago. I call them “Guest Squeezes.” Things just keep getting juicier! We all do… like good wine!

“Praises From a Tenor Sax”

like salt on a bloodsucker

recoiling, shriveling

paralyzed fits of punishing

pawnshop

reuniting

with the sell-out

the down and out

muck and mire choir

singing

praises from a tenor sax

and a song

you can’t let go of

fill the loving cup

and drink it dry

try to stay away

but you can’t fight

the pull

of the taffy

you get stuck in the

sweetness

and you wanna

die

happy

– by L. K. Thayer

L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

Elderberries

“Punch Line” by Yvonne de la Vega

Bailar y ritmo

bailar y ritmo

San Fransisco:  cuttin’ some tracks

with another producer dreamin’ ’bout

himself being the one  to take

poetry out of the Underground

once and for all. He was sure I was the one

“The Poetess”  haha he gave me  a hip hop

name – that fit the bill perfectly for his vision. It’s

weird being the only one in a room with an LA mind.

People talk, I always think they’re joking.    I gotta get outta

that habit, stop smiling, waiting for some punch line.   When

you leave LA no one out there’s got a punch line. Whatever, I love to travel

bailar y ritmo

bailar y ritmo

I’d been through that before

poetry poetry poetry beats

poetry beats beats beats

bailar y ritmo

bailar y ritmo

but afterward,

chuggin’ rum in Martin Luther King Park

drunk and making out. I heard King’s voice.

right when I noticed how beautifully blue

my producer’s eyes were. I was seeing double

but Martin Luther King’s voice was ringing clear.

…eyes that kind of blue were too innocent to ever know

the poets belong in the subversive will always be Underground

they’ll never enter pop there is no message for the dancers. I started

with a whisper as I rose up in Martin Luther King  Park, out of my mouth

came the voice of that slain leader. I whispered, “I want you to think with me this

morning from the subject Rediscovering Lost Values

… R e d i s c o v e r i n g   L o s t   V a l u e s . ”

I   got up and he watched me swing my hips back and forth some extra Betty

Boop, singing loud and drunk

BAILAR Y RRRRRiTMO!!

YAYAYA! I AM

LEAVING ON A

JETPLANE!!!

BYE

He was wasted, his blues eyes glassy,

WHERE YOU GOING?

I was still swinging  my hips

“BAILAR Y RITMO BAILAR!

I’m going back to LA babe!

There is no message for dancers “

He’s still talking even though I ‘m near the street,

DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE A MESSAGE? he yells.

“NOT REALLY, NOT RIGHT NOW, BUT…”

“BUT

I DO NEED…

I NEED  A PUNCH LINE baby!

“AND IT’S IN LA !”

bye- bye!

-yvonne de la vega

Photo by Desiree Barnes

© 2010