So in between the madness of my Friday night -- between the two different shows I saw -- I stopped to get a free poem written.
The poetess, above, on Beford Ave, asked me for a word to work around.
"Culture," I said
"And your name?" she asked.
"Rachel," I responded.
And the results:
culture for rachel
epicenter of life
is in the living of the
multiplicitous exchange
of counter crossed sub
hub pub hop to drop and dance
across any distance
the infusion of all
in all for all
we are the culture of culture.
(Typewritten on the back of a photograph of a world map)
by poemshopnyc.com
Monday, April 6, 2009
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