West Seattle Farmers Market Wrote You a Poem

Posted Tue, 9/15/2015 - 1:44pm by  |  Category:

Screen Shot 2015-09-15 at 1.42.26 PM Screen Shot 2015-09-15 at 1.42.37 PMHugo House is on tour—with a typewriter! For the next couple months, you can find us at various farmers markets, facilitating an “exquisite corpse” poem: market-goers will contribute one line each to a collaborative poem (also known as an “exquisite corpse”) to be posted in full later on the blog.

We had tons of fun at West Seattle Farmers Market this past Sunday, where the wet, gray weather did not deter market-goers nor make the typewriter keys stick. We call that a success. Here’s the first collaborative poem (with some minor edits):

West Seattle

On a wet, gray morning at the market
it was not Fresno and I could breathe.

It was Seattle but I still believed.
Don’t push the river, it flows by itself
through time and space
juicy, luscious, chin-dripping goodness
there’s no use being loved to death when the point is to live
gray days but cheerful vendors

people on a cloud parade

life is a charade
life is a bowl of cherries
I like watermelon and so does my dog

Austin likes Seattle

I love Seattle
my cage does rattle
crossroads or intersection waiting for naught

You can find us here:

Sept. 16 & 23 | 3–7 p.m. | Columbia City Farmers Market
Sept. 18 | 3–7 p.m. | Phinney Farmers Market
Oct. 24 | 9 a.m.–2 p.m. | University District Farmers Market