Speaking of injustice, I’ve been writing some of those sidewalk poems to address San Francisco’s passing of Prop L, the sit/lie measure that criminalizes anyone who wants to take a moment’s rest on the sidewalk. If you can call these poems. Some of them are deliberate non-poems, like this one:
that gum your shoe just picked up?
i put it there on purpose. because
you’re an asshole.
Yeah. Expect more of those gems on here soon. I’ll be spending the rest of the day wondering if I have any right to call myself a poet. But writing like this makes me feel a little better, anyway. I recommend it if you’re pissed off about something. Don’t worry about flair. Just write that you’re pissed about it.
Or do something about it -- I hear there's an action coming up in response to Prop L, that anyone in the city can participate in. Here's a Facebook event calling for a sit-in at noon on Monday, November 8, in front of City Hall or on a sidewalk wherever you happen to be. Help make some noise about this.
Anyway. I’m thinking of you today, Oscar Grant. No matter what happens, you won’t be forgotten.