We’re
sitting on a London underground train, either the Circle or the District line,
heading east toward the city from Westminster. My wife nudges me, motioning
toward the ads that line both sides of each car’s ceiling. There amidst the
notices for plays, perfume, music and whatever else the commercial marketing
empire that is Western culture has to offer, is something completely
unexpected.
A
poem.
Since
1986, London Transport has sponsored “Poems on the Underground,” the brainstorm
of an American writer, Judith Chernaik, back in 1986. It’s been going strong
ever since. (You can even buy posters of the ads from the Museum of Transport Shop.) This year is a special focus on the poetry of William Butler Yeats for
the 150th anniversary of his birth. A collection of the poems is
published each year; the latest one was just published last month but takes
about six weeks for delivery.
Somehow,
the idea hopped the Atlantic. Poetry has shown up in public spaces in a number
of American cities, and one of the best known is Seattle’s “Poetry on Buses,”
which this year launched a road show with three different stops.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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