tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65665264839025390322011-04-21T20:41:42.790-07:00beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-28456342129319756602007-04-17T15:14:00.000-07:002007-04-27T21:00:39.113-07:00Another fun event! We loved hanging out with high school students and their teachers at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art on Monday. If you ever get a chance to participate, grab it! So many cool activities to participate in. We got fabulous lines and poems. We will post 2-3 per day, so come back often!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Light Shines Through</span><br /><br />Pineapples, strawberries and watermelons make me hungry<br />Hark, hark, the lark<br />Its like an explosion around the corner<br />Light shines though darkness grows<br />Hug the unhugged<br />Give, grow, grant grace.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leave them Speechless</span><br /><br />Mouthfuls of shadows curtain your mind<br />Silver moon hits the sapphire water<br />When clocks seem to draw themselves<br />Leave them speechless with your passion<br />Then it explodes<br />And so the flower blooms<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Your Light</span><br /><br />Finding love in deep shades of red<br />Those empty souls wait for the light of the hearts<br />She didn't know how to ask<br />What you see is not the only way to feel<br />Be present<br />Only shadows surround me<br />until your light comes my way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Free Worship</span><br /><br />Do I love God?<br />In a sad spring garden I worship eternity<br />People are staring<br />Please let me be where I am free<br />Ocean, mountains, walks--happiness!<br />And it was bliss...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Not a Tragedy At All</span><br /><br />A town of bricks and white walls and blue sky.<br />Music becomes visible on the walls.<br />Lovely dirt footprints outlined on the road<br />And to the left was such a tragedy<br />as never prior seen<br />Enveloped by the infinite constellations,<br />I sat.<br />Our love will last until the stars fade<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pessimism</span><br /><br />Happy is the smile that knows nothing<br />Smile now, cry later<br />Salt water cleanses and heals<br />Eight huge worlds in a tiny room<br />grotesque paintings of love<br />Darkness is inevitable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am That</span><br /><br />Rich colors--vibrant like Mexico<br />I am the nina bonita<br />You are that, I am that, and all of this is that!<br />Bright, smiling smiles<br />Passing by unreal faces of lost teenagers<br />I create my florescent future<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Becoming Art</span><br /><br />Juicy watermelon drips through my finger tips<br />The earth shakes it off like a wet dog<br />Penguins huddle for warmth, against the darkness of winter<br />Time lines become art and vice versa<br />My crazy life<br /><br /><br />Those are all the poems for now. We've still got strips waiting in the bowl to come out and play at our next event on April 28th!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-2845634212931975660?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-16462553740051567812007-04-08T18:06:00.000-07:002007-04-15T22:02:38.883-07:00We had a fabulous time at our first event, April's First Thursday. Our bowl is overflowing with wonderful lines for poems!<br /><br />We'll post 2 or 3 poems a day all through the month. If you want to see the poem your line ended up in, email us and we'll put it up sooner rather than later.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Only Love</span><br /><br />The waves crash and crash against the weathered rock<br />Blue purple sky under my pillow<br />The palm sways in the breeze<br />Your love is the only love<br />Each breath is my souls refreshment<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Radiant, Crazy Beauty</span><br /><br />The streets are filled with radiant beauty<br />The striped growl crouches in the grass<br />Crazy people stand beside me<br />Where are you right now?<br />My friend my mind is everywhere!<br />...and I am just right here<br />Life is jamming-Grab a brush<br />The sky is your limit<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Gift</span><br /><br />Blue, teal, blue-how can beauty be named<br />Picasso drew a horse<br />My sister is small and dear to my heart<br />The wind is cool and it makes the leaves dance<br />The gift comes across the skies on a cloud<br />Sit and stay! Friend follow your nose<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Magical Encounter</span><br /><br />what to be said about mice,<br />the magnificent slice of delectable importance<br />energy in the air without compare<br />I met an ancient dark woman in a train station<br />who said I would marry you.<br />Can you believe the magic?<br />A bright sun breaks through and warms my soul.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Life</span><br /><br />My mind is not focused for poetry<br />Abstract minimalism was out in the 70's<br />I gave my love a handful of cherry blossoms<br />the beauty of nature and appreciation for creatures<br />i dream of him under the dogwood tree, eyes glistening<br />My life is one big poem!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's All Good</span><br /><br />you got the right key, but the wrong key hole!<br />The scent of history fills my nostrils<br />and the moonlight danced with them<br />The company of friends on a fickle weather day<br />Today we can all make a difference.<br />It's all good.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Long Journey</span><br /><br />You are all that you are, unless you aren't...<br />then I don't know<br />You are the perfect person,<br />don't let anyone tell you otherwise<br />Hair blowing in the breeze, she turned and smiled,<br />long journey to Santa Barbara filled with laughter,<br />the sky is beautiful, the sun is shining<br />and the stars are there in the sky.<br />Do you see it because I do?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, the Ease</span><br /><br />music filled the streets, summer was in the air.<br />I see trees<br />I feel the breeze, oh the ease of a beautiful<br />Santa Barbara evening!<br />the coyotes howled all night<br />and in the morning, we knew in wild nature<br />all was right<br />Together as one we make a new beginning<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Appreciate the Beauty</span><br /><br />Strips of poetry<br />Just a few words can be as hard to write as a novel!<br />The blue changed from deep to cerulean in a moth's breath<br />Tears slipping down her cheeks,<br />she took in all of the beauty she could handle.<br />The God has given use sight and vision to appreciate<br />the beauty of how kids should succeed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Art is All Around</span><br /><br />a bike was going and crashed into a tree<br />Art is all around you, listen you will see<br />Pale thoughts in the wide sky,<br />and your heart in my blue eyes<br />god helps people but he sometimes never helps<br />When the sky falls down and the moon turns to gold<br />Daring red branches model their spring leaves.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Muse Calls</span><br /><br />Sun shine in the sky<br />Each new dawn is a gift within itself<br />Rain falls in the sky from clouds<br />I see peace and love<br />Sun and blue sky<br />The muse calls from the far side of Anacapa<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Filled with Love</span><br /><br />Education of the heart cannot stop with the mind,<br />but begins with love<br />green eyes peering imperceptibly taking it all in<br />Love, love, putrid love; edges windows gleam<br />A leap of happiness, Joy and love, not faith alone.<br />Friendly people surround me.<br />The beauty of the air fills me up with love<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything in this Life</span><br /><br />Pink Paseo under hot dense clouds.<br />Big purple fishes drink deeply.<br />The marquee tells us what comes and goes<br />As above, so below, the ground the sky, the highs the lows<br />Everything in this life is a prize<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We are Only Here...</span><br /><br />Cars are fast but bikes are slow<br />I see cars rumbling with laughter<br />No matter what, we are only here today.<br />Night time falls it all gets dark people go to bed<br />Peace and love is all we need.<br />Let's remember God and all plant the seed.<br />Words words words; put your beauty into words<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Am Telling You This</span><br /><br />Brown, you are the color of what I most want<br />You are beautiful, I am telling you this<br />so you have no excuses.<br />One day, one sad person said to God<br />...And I loved her and said "yes"<br />wind calls from the south<br />Why not now?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Honesty</span><br /><br />Nervously facing down the expectant crowd<br />give them nothing; take from them, Everything<br />Insist on honesty<br />When the art of today is still seen tomorrow--<br />she used to love him<br />but then<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nights Pass</span><br /><br />The angry rattle of a motorcycle bounces off walls.<br />Who am I and why am I here?<br />Nights pass like a blur like the headlights up and down state<br />amidst a storm of Thursday night conversation<br />and expectations, an anchor of quietude.<br />The time when I need you most,<br />you were not there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walking on Water</span><br /><br />When I sing I feel as I am walking on water<br />lights are brightening my smile<br />It surrounds you and you hear and you feel it and you see it<br />One whispy echo on the wind, I dreamed I dreamt it.<br />Between the whale bones sunlight startles again<br />it is a sepia twilight day<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am You</span><br /><br />Smile with me with blind joyous lips.<br />Soft twilight caresses a bustling street<br />The golden sky catches my eye.<br />Cool white mist swirls around the dark gate<br />Sometimes is now<br />Give me love, Give me love...I am love, I am you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Please note: If you wrote more than one line on your strip, we may have used our discretion and shortened your contribution. These are all the poems from the first batch. If you don't see your line, it is waiting patiently in our bowl to mingle with other strips at the next event on the 16th. We'll start posting the next batch soon!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-1646255374005156781?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-47518216592098048072007-04-05T14:26:00.000-07:002007-04-05T14:27:41.181-07:00<a href="http://www.independent.com/artsandentertainment/2007/04/strip_show.html">http://www.independent.com/artsandentertainment/2007/04/strip_show.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-4751821659209804807?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-82931135175778648182007-03-24T16:38:00.000-07:002007-04-11T21:00:57.695-07:00The community poetry game is something we've invented. It is based on a Surrealist game called the exquisite corpse. Everyone is invited to contribute as many lines of poetry as they like. Each line is written on a separate strip, which we provide. We then put the strips in a basket and when we have enough of them, a "guest editor" is invited to pick six strips at random and then arrange them into a poem, which is stapeled on to a larger sheet. You might think that a poem created in this way could not possibly make sense, but in our experience, they often make perfect "poetic" sense.<br /><br />During Poetry Month, we will be playing the game in three locations. (See post below for specifics.) We will collect lines from each location to use at the other two. This means that the game will be played by the entire community, not just by the community that shows up at a single event.<br /><br />Please stop by and say hello, contribute lines, and read the poems.<br /><br />Or you can play the online version, below. Simply submit your line as a comment to this post and we will print it out and include it in one of the poems. Please no lines longer than 15 words. Please also remember that this is a game for all ages and choose your language and subject matter appropriately.<br /><br />For more information about the exquisite corpse:<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exquisite_corpse">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exquisite_corpse</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-8293113517577864818?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-42193579852463080062007-03-24T16:33:00.000-07:002007-04-27T21:01:09.118-07:00April 5th First Thursday Event, Downtown Association, Paseo Nuevo, 5-8 pm<br /><br />April 16th, High School Celebration of Tamayo, Art, and Poetry, SBMA, 10 am-12 pm<br /><br />April 28th, Youth Summit, Channel Islands YMCA, Sunkengardens at the Courthouse, 8-1:30 pm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-4219357985246308006?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-33524461208755455612007-03-24T15:11:00.000-07:002007-03-26T15:12:42.320-07:00Last year we played a pilot version of the community poetry game at the Natural History Museum as a part of Artist's Field Day, an event put on by the Channel Islands YMCA. A fun time was had by all. Below, some poems and pictures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-3352446120875545561?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-43702445302554333512007-03-23T16:31:00.000-07:002008-11-12T17:36:44.864-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghD7NGCtRI/AAAAAAAAABA/PpZGDp-Um2E/s1600-h/participants.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghD7NGCtRI/AAAAAAAAABA/PpZGDp-Um2E/s200/participants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046358066874987794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghDmNGCtQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IUVPjbzcxy0/s1600-h/poems.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghDmNGCtQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IUVPjbzcxy0/s200/poems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046357706097734914" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghCXNGCtOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4t3moFHSXdg/s1600-h/mother+and+daughter.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghCXNGCtOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4t3moFHSXdg/s200/mother+and+daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046356348888069346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghCJdGCtNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/u44qHiUrLhc/s1600-h/having+fun.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghCJdGCtNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/u44qHiUrLhc/s200/having+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046356112664868050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-4370244530255433351?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-74649638419433860922007-03-23T14:15:00.000-07:002007-03-26T15:37:00.475-07:00Remember that each of these lines were contributed by different people and chosen randomly for each poem. You will notice that many of them were inspired by the location at the Natural History Museum.<br /><br /><br />Nature Magic<br /><br />What do butterflies dream and do their dreams flutter-by?<br />Poppies orange as marmelade sweeten the air.<br />Bright bobcat, you move into the interior like I do, totem.<br />The frogs call like carnival barkers.<br />Willow stick, willow stick, stick, stick, Ouch House-Ah!<br />Owl with outstretched arms, I want to wear you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Flowing Spaces<br /><br />Water flowing down my spine<br />Consciously creating unknown spaces to move within<br />Sounds of music fill the air, The sounds make shapes<br />that linger when the music is gone<br />supporting and cushioning the energy outward<br />when the trees sway, they play<br />like the people<br /><br />We are All Connected<br /><br />I hear beautiful music amdist the trees and colorful works of art<br />how do you keep flowing?<br />Ancient Life, we are all connected<br />The water is cold, but the granola bar is great<br />apples, a yellow basket, and paintings<br />people have beautiful stories<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-7464963841943386092?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-28239129136871405682007-03-22T15:40:00.000-07:002008-11-12T17:36:45.155-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghMkdGCtTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TisfNdtrWAI/s1600-h/poem+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghMkdGCtTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TisfNdtrWAI/s200/poem+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046367571637613874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghMbtGCtSI/AAAAAAAAABI/0stEh1bcGR0/s1600-h/poem+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPHOKo1Jg9U/RghMbtGCtSI/AAAAAAAAABI/0stEh1bcGR0/s200/poem+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046367421313758498" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-2823912913687140568?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566526483902539032.post-44720985040221201662007-03-21T14:37:00.000-07:002007-04-05T14:45:43.557-07:00beth@sbpoetteachers.com<br /><br />Send me an email. I'm happy to answer questions or add you to the email list.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566526483902539032-4472098504022120166?l=sbpoetteachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beth taylor-schotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14868890155705334101noreply@blogger.com1