Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
|The White Horse Tavern where Dylan Thomas famously drank himself to death.|
The Bar None Group has been on a literary bender this week highlighting poems with an underlying theme of alcohol. This week there was: a one night stand; a song of bourbon; a toast to a brother; an alcoholiday in Ireland and; the determination of sobriety.
Over the years the Bar None Group has served up some poems with a twist of alcohol. Here are some poems and poets featured within our pages. We serve them up Old Fashioned (classic) and Cosmopolitan (modern).
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Smoke another cigarette out on the patio
The day is breaking and I keep taking the drugs
That make my heart pound
I need another cigarette poking through the ashtray
Hoping to find another way to get through the day
Drinking up the dregs of all the beer bottles
From last night's party 'cause I don't wanna go down
To the hook-up for another hook-up
I got another hook-up I just need to cook up
Another way to get through the day
Thursday, September 26, 2013
|What's more Irish than Guinness?|
Today is Arthur's Day in Ireland. Celebrated on the last Thursday of September to honor the founder of the Guinness brewery, Arthur Guinness Day has come under fire as a manufactured alcoholiday. But how different is Arthur's Day from Alexander Keith Day in Canada or Cinco de Mayo in the US? (I've been in Mexico on many a May 5 with nary a celebration.)
But this isn't a forum for debate, this is a poem and a toast to a famous dark beer.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
|Doggerel and nonsense drawn from a New York lamp post.|
What shall we be, When we aren't what we are?
Shall we pretend that we aren't what we are
People need to stop telling us that we aren't important or we aren't what we are
When we are what we aren't; when we aren't what we are
We aren't what we are; we're what we do.
We aren't what we are perceived to be
Culture struggles to make us think that we aren't what we are
In fact, we aren't what we are; saying we are doesn't make sense
But we aren't what we are; indeed seeing that is just the opposite
No, we aren't what we are, afraid of the consequences
Relax. We aren't what we are.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
|Occupy Wall Street placard. September 2011.|
On September 17, 2011 a group of people got together in the heart of the world's financial district. New York City's Zuccotti Park. A movement was born — Occupy Wall Street. Looking back through the lens of history what was the legacy of Occupy Wall Street? To some it gave a generation a voice, to others it was a waste of time. The legacy of Occupy Wall Street is probably best expressed through poetry. It is the poetry of Occupy Wall Street that encapsulates that moment, that fervor and the passion of poets living and dead.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
Feel like I’m slipping away, slipping back to where I've been before but left just to come back one day. Can you call it destiny every time you end up at a place you so desperately wish to leave? Left to wonder if you're meant to be a you that has no place in this life you were dealt, yes it's your mission to go further and accomplish more than you or your circumstance could ever envision, but when you have to come back to the beginning just to begin once again, is it really part of that said mission?
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Winged duty since dawn
The wait continues past noon,
years in insect lives.
Does he wish for a cigarette
to pass the time?
Does he imagine a sweet morsel
buzzing in the breeze?
Does he imagine a separate entity
seeking its own prey?
Or simply the necessity of hunger
for a single drop of blood,
a microgram of flesh and lace.