Poems walked by and I wrote them
This post is dedicated to Julia Vinograd, street poet, Berkeley's People's Park bubble lady. I met her on Telegraph Ave during the summer of 1970 (or was it 1971?). She read a few poems to me, maybe because she felt sorry for the very young, skinny, acid-eyed runaway that was me at the time:
A poem is a street hustler
leaning against a doorway
not quite looking at you.
And you can't look away.
Thanks for reading to me, Bubble Lady.
You can read more about her here: http://quirkyberkeley.com/julia-vinograd-and-her-visual-creativity/
Here are some of her poems, accessible and quirky and honest: http://www.bigbridge.org/BD-JV-P.HTM
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I write too, but not with her skill. I'm still learning...
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