We did sound recording today. At Washington Square Park.
My partner - Manuel (from Uruguay) brought me to see a really neat young gal, in her red polkadot dress, sat on a small tool along the streets near Union Square, where her little old, black typewriter and some white paper sat fitted nicely on a small wooden table.
She writes poems for people. A street poet. Just give her a topic, a word, a poem for someone you loved, or whatever thing that mean anything (or not) to you. She wants to write, she's hoping to get hired, and she just want to practice. I told her to write about, "Today". She has nice misty gray eyes.
About Today
Last of the dark gray days was yesterday
melting into a new groove
boiled out of the old
speaking a new sound
grasping at old straws
hands tied firmly to here and now
taking the form of a passing cloud
Anayvelyse
July 8, 2009
New York
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