Guerrilla Poetry - Poetry Thursday
Life is busy, and I wasn't going to post anything for Poetry Thursday today, and then I realised it's been two weeks already, and the next few weeks will be even busier ones for me, so I thought, OK, let's look again at what the prompt is.
Uh-uh. It's that Guerrilla Poetry thing. Oh. Now what? Here's my tuppence worth:
Why I am not (yet) a guerrilla poet
Because there is an image in my mind
of standing before the supermarket-manager’s desk,
and his finger pointing at the CCTV monitor,
and his shaking voice saying “We have the evidence.
We know you contaminated the frozen food section.
Don’t deny it!”
Because I can see the headline:
Local Poet fined €400 for wanton
littering at bus station.
Because I have a picture of the notice
that will appear on the library notice-board:
Before returning books, please check that you have removed
ALL bookmarks, etc. Library staff’s time is precious!
Because I am a scaredy-cat.
Because I am a big scaredy-cat.
Because I am a big, big scaredy-cat.
Just Because.
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But, but, but..... I really, really look forward to seeing what others have done, where they have deposited poems, and hope that maybe it will inspire me, en-courage me, make me a warrior in the path of poetry. Go Guerrilla Poets! Find them HERE
Labels: Guerrilla Poetry, Poetry Thursday
posted by GreenishLady @ 9:07 am
14 Comments:
I can certainly relate to some of your concerns! I think its about finding ways of doing it that are in your comfort zone...
... and avoiding arrest!
Have you sent any of your books out into the world via one of those tracking things... I've forgotten the name... if I remember it I'll return
sometimes all I need
to ease the fear in me
is one discovered bit
of hidden poetry
I think this group made it easy for me, but a year ago I would never have done this. Being published changes things. After that point I stopped caring what others thought so much about the old stuff because I knew it was good. That is obviously what I gave out. I thought this prompt was a bit rediculous because it didn't involve writing, but oh well. Next week will be a new one.
Unfortunately, I was too late to even do the prompt but I think I would have had the same trepidations as you...
don't be afraid, people are blind sometimes. I have been leaving art, guerilla-style, out there, for months and months. People don't see, they're too busy running around, too busy to open their eyes to new things.
I loved this! I tried to do just that with my friends but no takers!
But I do go to poetry reading.
I think you are more like a worry-wart! LOL!
Break free! Fly! Leave your cares. What is the worst that can happen, if these things were to happen?
:)
You're so fun! The world definitely deserves your poetry. It makes it a better place.
What a playful poem...keep it up!
This poem was rather humorous. I enjoyed it. :)
What a great way to take on the prompt. I can relate to your hesitations, but I am hoping to work up to posting some of my poetry soon...
Anyway, loved this.
very funny poem -- i love the headline.
I did the prompt and I still have the fear of getting caught.Yikes!
Brilliant to put your fears in a poem, I was with you, just posted a remark about getting done in for littering on another comment, but I am going to give the boys next door a poem, and I have a couple ideas that I might pull off. I know - I will mail one to my ex-boss. .Ha, he'll never see it coming. Thanks, never thought of it 'til I read your poem.
LOL - oh, thank you Imelda, for your honesty and sense of humor - I can so identify with this post! I've been so to tempted to participate in Rosa Murillo's Found Art prompts - but I'm afraid someone may think I'm either littering or worse, leaving some sort of hazardous substance or device.
But I so enjoy seeing the results of other's courageous guerrila art and poetry -- maybe someday, I'll work up the courage...
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