New York and African Tapestries
Reviews & Excerpts
Small Press Review selected New York and African Tapestries as a favorite book for May/June 2007.
Reviews:
“Juanita Torrence-Thompson’s delightful collection is more than a
tapestry, it is a collection of tapestries. Juanita has stitched
together the times and the places of her life with people who share them with
her. The result is an heirloom of insight and image; a source of
wisdom, identity and especially of comfort. By her gratitude we all
become grateful.”
— Daniel Thomas Moran
Poet Laureate, Suffolk County, New York
“From New York to Uganda, England to China, Sydney to Africa,
Juanita Torrence-Thompson’s poems lead us on a mother-daughter
journey, each separately finding her own way in the world of women,
searching for the human sparks that unite us all. Issues tackled from
September 11 in New York to Peace Corps work with disadvantaged youth,
to the simple act of dancing with her husband.”
—Rochelle Ratner, author of Balancing Acts
“Juanita Torrence-Thompson carefully considers and perfectly shapes
her lines of verse. As a result, her poems are lucid and immediate. You
get a feeling of ‘Yes, I’ve been there; I’ve felt those things.’”
— Thaddeus Rutkowski, author of Tetched and Roughhouse”
“In Juanita Torrence-Thompson’s book, New York and African Tapestries,
the 9/11 poems reveal her nobility of character. I found the ‘Mother
You Knew How to Live’ poems to be tenderhearted and revealing of a
mother who had very special qualities for her daughter and for the
world at large. The mixture of enthusiasm for life, insight into human
foibles and strengths, and awareness of tragic conditions that exist
for some while others dance in a more utopian realm are her own unique
medley.”
— Barbara Hantman, Author, Capullos del alma: Soul Buds
“Starting from the gorgeous cover photos by her,
this is a rich tapestry of New York life, rendered by an observant,
skillful, and compassionate poet. Juanita Torrence-Thompson possesses
the wisdom and sensibilities it takes to create poems that make us say,
“yes, that’s me!” Her work will lift your spirits!! She deserves to
sell a million copies.”
— Cindy Hochman - Editor, First Literary Review-East
Author, The Carcinogenic Bride
Review Excerpt from Pedestal Magazine:
“Teacher, editor and writer Juanita Torrence-Thompson has traveled
widely, loved deeply and led an extraordinary life - a life from which
the 84 poems in her fifth poetry collection, New York And African
Tapestries, draw in startling, familiar detail…. The beauty of
Torrence-Thompson’s poetry, however, is her ability to make experiences
as diverse as traveling through a Moroccan market or walking down a
crowded Manhattan street feel universal. She achieves this not by
focusing on the grandiose and exotic, but on the small and human, on
the peculiar observations and thoughts people can have, even in the
most beautiful and unfamiliar surroundings. ‘During Sydney Olympics…’
focuses not on the pageantry of the event, but on a quirky souvenir the
speaker has purchased… Even something as mundane as garbage disposal is
not omitted, as in the humorous “They Must Have Trash in England.”
“…the bulk of New York And African Tapestries centers on small moments
in daily life: dancing with a spouse, attending the theater, meditating
on the beauty of a steel bridge and caring for an ailing parent.
Indeed, the work in ‘Tapestries’ 2nd section, “Mother You Knew How to
Live,” details Torrence-Thompson’s close relationship with her mother,
and her sorrow at her mother’s sickness and death. The poems in this
section, most notably “A Note,” “Forgiveness,” “Ablutions,” “Climbing
the Great Wall of China,” and “Waning Days” show Torrence-Thompson at
her finest. …“The Necklace,” the second poem in this section, is the
collection’s stand-out piece. Through the simple device of a handmade
necklace, Torrence-Thompson creates a touching and universal commentary
on the generosity of mothers, the innocent thoughtlessness of youth and
the guilt adult children often feel when they recall their childhood
behavior towards parents. It is a portrait to which almost anyone with
positive memories of a parent can relate. The simplicity of language
and image in poems like “The Necklace” is one of ‘Tapestries’ greatest
strengths.
Torrence-Thompson is a smart and compassionate poet with a keen
understanding not just of human frailty, but also of the joys which
make the human experience worthwhile. She also has a gentle sense of
humor, which she displays in poems such as “I Waved to an Angel”.
—JoSelle Vanderhooft, Pedestal Magazine (online)
Review Excerpt from Home News Tribune:
“New York And African Tapestries is a very user-friendly collection of
poems that the reader can use to travel the world. However, the poetry
tourist doesn’t have to fear getting lost in a maze of foreign back
alleys or a tangle of unfamiliar language. There is no jarring jargon
here. Just the pure, passionate poetry of observation and reflection.”
“Torrence-Thompson knows what to look for because she is a world
traveler. Her poetry takes in Singapore, Australia, Morocco, Mexico and
Switzerland.”
“Wherever Torrence-Thompson goes she always finds poetry. On occasion,
her verses may have the obvious charge of outraged social conscience,
as in… ‘South African History: Lorna Style.’
“But in a different poem, her observations are spiced by “sauntering
down Broadway/Pregnant with marquees” where in ‘Ode to Manhattan’ she
can: “Wander into bookstores and libraries/and have a love affair
between the pages/by traipsing to Madagascar or ride a camel/in
Egyptian deserts or along the Arabian Sea/Or ride an elephant in India.
Bask in the sun and sand/Or coast along California’s 17-Mile drive…”
“The 84 poems in this 100-page collection display a sensitivity,
compassion and awareness worthy of all who call themselves poets…
Yet, in despite the obvious inequities and cruelties encountered in
this poetry, Torrence-Thompson still keeps a poets balance in an
unsteady world…”
—Charles H. Johnson, Home News Tribune
Review Excerpt from Art With Words:
“More so than Torrence-Thompson’s other books this one took me longer
to read. Not because it was more difficult to get through, but
because of the emotional involvement she demands from her reader in
this volume of poetry. New York And African Tapestries starts out
with eleven poems on 9/11, each one powerful and heart wrenching. I
believe Thompson sums up the devastation of 9/11 perfectly with the
last three lines of her poem October 2001. “Life as we knew it / will
never be the same again / Gone are the carefree days of America”.
Although a somber way to start this book she moves immediately into
Life In Queens, and several other poems which I read as a celebration
of life and diversity.
One thing you notice while reading any of Torrence-Thompson’s poetry
is her attention to detail. I would have to say very little of the
world around her escapes her attention. Details which are especially
poignant in her travel poetry.
Each of the four sections of poetry presented in this book offer
artfully constructed threads which weave the writer’s tapestries. I
believe, as in all of Torrence-Thompson’s books, this collection of “new
poems” offers something for everyone.”
— Debra J. Harmes-Kurth, Owner/Editor Art With Words
Excerpts from New York and African Tapestries By Juanita Torrence-Thompson (Fly By Night Press, A Gathering
of the Tribes)
SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
...It was too late for the brave firefighters and police
Inside the Twin Towers who were helping others
Too late for them to flee. Too late for them to go home
For dinner. Too late for them to kiss their wives goodbye
Too late to see their sons graduate from Columbia, too late
To walk their daughters down the aisle...
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE QUEENS BOROUGH BRIDGE
...You are taken for granted
-- you metallic wonder --
We’re sure you’ll always be there
-- Like Mount Everest --
despite erosion, rain, sleet, fog, snow
CLIMBING THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA
There was a lull in the rain
Mother and I began our ascent
Slowly, deliberately, pacing ourselves
For the long climb ahead.
The Chinese countryside swept before us,
Clean as a palace floor
...The first time I looked around
at the lush greenery
surrounding The Great Wall,
I was caught off guard
And gasped in delight.
ANTHONY PAISANO
I have a crush
on Tony Paisano --
the cutest boy
in our 4th grade class --
I’ll bet he’ll be named most handsome
In our high school yearbook
...I watch his face
when he opens
my valentine
Looking amazed
he glances my way
I look away
then back again
He says “thank you”
politely
I’m ready to swoon.
SPRING OF MY 13TH YEAR...
...I relaxed in her yellow Queen Anne chair
while listening to stories of her debutante ball
royal friends and travels to Europe, Africa and Asia
She once rode a camel in Egypt, an elephant in India
and a rickshaw in Hong Kong
HALF-PAST ZERO
Drift softly, softly into the night
Inhale hibiscus and sip a lime-laced drink
In its chilled, smoky glass
I THINK I AM SOMEONE
...I think I am someone special
My ancestors were African kings and queens
doctors, lawyers, teachers,
abolitionists and preachers,
inventors and writers of the dream
I think, therefore I know,
I am someone
NORTHWEST OF JOHANNESBURG
After a breakfast
of corn flakes with bananas
home baked white bread
kiwi fruit, paw paw - a native fruit
Orange sections, tea
Sumi, the royal driver, picks us up
at the palace, shows us around
the royal compound: two huge kitchens
with vast steel ovens for banquets where
women bake dumpling bread
DURING SYDNEY OLYMPICS...
...I lift an engraved 3-D lid
a garish green music box with
Crocodile Dundee wrestling a croc while
a chorus rings out, “Waltzing Matilda.”
Inside the box, an Aborigine man lights a fire
with sticks and dung
near the sacred Uluru. I smile
and slip away. Aussie coins
still jangling in my pockets.
THE RAINBOW MAKER
One dismal, drizzly day
in April, Moti and I
took a breather
from our college studies
to wander through
the vibrant city
of Shakespeare, Dickens
and Shelley,
zigzagging through
Oxford Street
then ducking
into The National Gallery
where Gainsborough’s landscapes
and Rubens’s nudes hold court.
New York and African Tapestries poetry excerpts Copyright ©2007, 2011 by Juanita Torrence-Thompson
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