Underground poetry movement
A weekday afternoon on the northbound Spadina subway; a commuter placidly reads a book.
But wait... above his head... that's not an ad! What is it?
Egads! Poetry!
And by Lexiconjury's own a. raw, no less!
I had nothing to do with this, but was most pleased to encounter it on my way up to campus. And then on the subway ride home, I ran into John Barlow, making it officially Toronto Poetry Day on the TTC, at least from my point of view. If you have comments or questions about those mysteriously-appearing poems, or if you'd like to submit a poem of your own, there's always poetrywhereyouare@hotmail.com.
posted by Nadia at 12:03 p.m.
2 Comments:
ooh hey a sighting!! hehehehe i haven't seen one yet during my travels. thanks for documenting!
araw
Last time I was on the subway, I missed the official poetry posters the TTC used to put up but in many ways I like this better.
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