Wednesday, March 31, 2010

On The Men's Room Wall

There is a quaint coffee shop here in Rochester, NY where I enjoy people watching, talking with friends, and appreciating the sometimes bad art hanging on the walls.  You know the type of place: Trendy and bohemian.  As if those two concepts aren't mutually exclusive. 

Occasionally, someone leaves some kind of "art" on the men's room wall.  Nothing vulgar, mind you, but usually small and somewhat odd. Once there was a black marker drawing of a crow on a tree branch. The management simply touched up the paint and the crow had flown.  

Last week, a new piece of men's room art appeared.  Also in black marker on the deep red wall was the outline of a face with the word "happy" stylized beside it.  I couldn't resist taking a photo with my cell phone. 

I was struck by the expression of the face next to that word.  Who was the artist?  What was his intent?  His background?  So many questions we can ask after a trip to the men's room! 

But the image stayed with me and I couldn't help but write about it. With recent stories about a particular internet provider confronting issues of censorship on the other side of the world, I couldn't help but read more into the image than probably exists.  I doubt that graffiti drawing will be there when I next visit, but the image remains on my cell phone.  

And in my imagination. 


Rick Baker
March 31, 2010 
Rochester, NY  



little red book 



on doors of toilets 
and ally walls they've 
graffitied your profile
in black and named you
"yellow peril" and "red". 

through chapters of history
your colors coursed as 
blood through fields.

dragooned, you bowed 
to masters near and far 

and now your masters near 
declare you leader and 
decider of your collective 
fate; 

proclaim you happy 
behind walls built 
to protect you 
from your 
freedom. 


Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo of graffiti drawing taken March 2010 by R. Baker  in Java's coffee shop, Gibbs Street, Rochester, NY

Magpie Tales Seven: And Willow Said It Was Easy!


I knew it!  I knew it about five seconds after I posted it.  My little "poeyum" about daffodils/Narcissus wasn't going to say it like I meant it! 

We bloggers relish the comments from other writers and readers, and I kind of held my breath on this poem, wondering how others would see it.  Writer and poet Peter Goulding (Blog: The Stammering Poet) confirmed what I feared:  This little verse wasn't meant to be read.  

It was meant to be READ.  You know.  Out loud.  And I only do that to myself behind closed doors.  (Narcissistic?) Even then I'm embarrassed.  

Peter was, correctly, confused by the last two words:  "...become me."  I was inspired by Willow's photo of a daffodil (Blogs: Magpie Tales and Life At Willow Mansion).  That flower's family name of "narcissus" just ticked me pin.....uh yellow, and I decided to have a bit of fun with it. 

And yes, Peter, I DID intend those two words to mean that they wanted to BE me!  I mean who doesn't, or wouldn't!  The poem can be read a couple of ways, but I wanted to highlight the idea of a narcissistic being thinking he's all that.  Apparently, I'm not.  All.  That. 

I suppose reading some poems in print simply cannot convey the intended inflections the spoken word is able to present.  When another comment said that the poem made her "...think...and reread, and think, and reread...a sure sign of an excellent writer."  I thought, to myself, "or one who can't get his message across!!" 

But the comments were and are appreciated.  And, Peter, you're NOT having a senior moment! That's MY fault!  

"Roses are red, violets are purple, sugar's sweet, so is maple suurple." 

Best to everyone! 


Rick Baker 
March 31, 2010

The work of art depicted in this image and the reproduction thereof are in the public domain worldwide. The reproduction is part of a collection of reproductions compiled by The Yorck Project. The compilation copyright is held by Zenodot Verlagsgesellschaft mbH and licensed under the GNU Free Documentation License


  

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Seven





become me 



are you lonely 
sunlit Narcissus? 

I walk the garden 
and your minions 
become 

me. 








Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Bottom photo © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker 
Top photo courtesy of Willow from "Magpie Tales". 

Friday, March 26, 2010

behold my eyes



through 
a window
I saw Buddha 
in the room,

and behold,

my eyes 
became a
temple 
door. 







Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken  2006 by R. Baker at a temple in Eastern Taiwan.





overcast


overcast and rain
once belonged to 
days I loathed;

curious now 
to find my disposition
often embracing moments
dank, gray, quiet,
cool 

though cool 
is not my 
nature. 




Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2007 by The Weinstein Company, NY, NY. 
Photo is a portion of a movie poster promoting  Stephen King's  "The Mist" 
released in 2007 by The Weinstein Company.  

Thursday, March 25, 2010

black umbrella 



a black umbrella 
shields my head 
and smugly I ignore
                         water soaked feet

holding me cold
on the road to 
living 
free. 


Poem © 2006 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo of Aleksandra Mir's "Big Umbrella"  from Neatorama.com

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt Week Six



sixpenny love 



my sixpenny effort
to build our love

left nails scattered
on the 
floor. 

step
lightly. 




Poem © 2010  by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo from Willow at "Magpie Tales" blog.