{"id":1322,"date":"2007-12-15T21:55:19","date_gmt":"2007-12-16T05:55:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/?p=1322"},"modified":"2007-12-15T21:55:19","modified_gmt":"2007-12-16T05:55:19","slug":"poetry-in-the-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/poetry-in-the-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry in the street"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Photo by aikijuanma<\/a><\/small><\/p>\n

Here is a lovely story<\/a> of youth adding beauty to the world by setting up a poetry stand and giving away instantly crafted poems to anyone who asked for them.<\/p>\n

A few months ago as I was walking in Government Street in Victoria I met a woman standing beneath a tree outside Munro’s Books<\/a>. The tree had small pieces of paper attached to them and when I looked closer I saw that they were poems, hanging on a “poet tree.” The poet turned out to be Yvonne Blomer<\/a> and she asked me if she could read me a poem. When I said, with delight, “of course!” she asked whether I preferred any particular subject. I replied that I wished her to read me a poem about the territory of the open heart. She looked at me for a second and then reached into a file folder and pulled out this one:<\/p>\n

To watch over the vineyards<\/strong><\/p>\n

O carrion crow, pulpy skull of scarecrow<\/p>\n

going soft in your black bill,<\/p>\n

in this fetish-orange field lies worship:<\/p>\n

the sweep of glossed plumage over glistening<\/p>\n

membrane; lies the sweet blood of purple skinned grape<\/p>\n

cut on your sharp edged tomia,<\/p>\n

shimmering there; sun-light on wet earth.<\/p>\n

You too sweet to ripe; you black in the shadows, calling when you’re calling – –<\/p>\n

the herds fly in dust gone crow, gone scare,<\/p>\n

gone trill in clicks and shouts of krrrkrrr.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I applauded and remarked at how appropriate the poem was in many ways, especially in the resonance of the last sound, which approximated the French word for heart: coeur. She signed the card upon which the poem was written, handed it to me, and wished me a good day.
\nThere is nothing bad that can come from poetry offered freely in the street.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by aikijuanma Here is a lovely story of youth adding beauty to the world by setting up a poetry stand and giving away instantly crafted poems to anyone who asked for them. A few months ago as I was walking in Government Street in Victoria I met a woman standing beneath a tree outside Munro’s Books. The tree had small pieces of paper attached to them and when I looked closer I saw that they were poems, hanging on a “poet tree.” The poet turned out to be Yvonne Blomer and she asked me if she could read me …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[24,1,17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1322","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-uncategorized","category-youth"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-lk","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1322","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1322"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1322\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}