This past Sunday, at the market, I ran into this lovely man who was typing up on-the-spot poetry. Walking with my youngest son and daughter, I smiled and said loud enough for him to hear, "Yes, we must have a poem!" He commented that we looked the type with a spreading grin :)
(You pay him whatever you think it's worth) and offer him a start. I gave him the perils of love and he went from there.
He typed fast with stream of consciousness and handed me the card only after asking last, P, or S and my daughter and I simultaneously answered, S he wrote in slick red, so we were torn asunder rather than it being a plunder?
I read his poem out loud with drama and flare drawing a couple of other customer's over and he told me he really liked the way in which I'd read it back to him. I handed him a $10 which was the only bill in my wallet besides a $1 and we went on our way all with smiling faces.
So, the art of interacting with other creative types is typing up poetry.
And, now I have his poem on my bedroom mirror and I have and imagine I will on several more occasions (when I am working from a place of being free to be drawn) submerge myself in the pictures, the maps of his open offering.
