Hello there, Poetic Terrorists, Street Artists, Culture Jammers, Glamourbombers, or Whatever You May Be.
I was wondering if any of you would be interested in one of those “giveaways” when Poeticterrorisms reaches 250 followers (we’re at about 240)?
It would be the classic “Guerilla Art Kit” by Keri Smith. I know it’s not a big giveaway, but it’s something small to show my appreciation for you folk. I’d ship to anywhere. Yay? Nay?
Note: this is NOT the “entry” post.
I wrote a three page long letter spilling every thought in my head and my heart. I left it between the trees at Ben Hill Strickland Park in Hiram. If you can find it, it’s yours.
(Source: Flickr / brunogirin)
(Source: Flickr / jonze)
Someone scribbled this on Bow Street. Vandal he may be, he’s at least some sort of literate vandal. Through the magic of Google, I discovered that this is a line from a poem called “The Waking” by someone called Theodore Roethke
“Standing as a tree at a Christ-mass tree farm. No one had the balls to cut me down.”