This guy was selling poems at 16th Street BART last night:
The sign inside his typewriter case said “Pick a subject and price then get a poem.”
I’m pretty sure I tried this one as a young lass, with no luck (newsflash: my poems were shitty). Judging by the crowd surrounding this young poet, he’s doing much better than I ever did.
What do you suppose the most popular poem topic was? Probably healthcare.
22 thoughts on “Poems For Sale!”
I have seen him writing his wares in Oaktown.
He has spent a bunch of time on corners near Haight-Ashbury too.
He was dressed in a retro-nerd costume every time I saw him though, I guess the mission calls for more laid-back approach.
That guy’s been there a few times recently. Yesterday was the first time he had a crowd.
I saw this guy at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass near one of the smaller stages towards the end of the festival.
I’ve see this guy around, out on the open ocean, in a dingy, wearing a purple slicker, waving around a freaking MARMOSET-RIB, and it wasn’t even raining.
That’ll be three dollars.
bullroar. learn 2 type.
I have the same typewriter. It’s a sign. Or not.
there’s another person doing this a woman who i’ve seen at Du Nord a bunch. her poems are pretty good.
I think this has become quite popular – I snapped this shot last July 2008 @ the Fillmore Jazz Fest
If by popular you mean three people are doing it…there should be more poetry in the world. So support writers you see trying to make their living doing what they love…and stop supporting so many shitty bands.
So he’s kind of like operating a food cart, but instead he’s operating a word cart? Hmmm. The mind races.
I’ve gotten a poem from the other poem guy – and made a short film about him. http://vimeo.com/3098130
There’s another Poetry Store, too. She’s really awesome. http://thepoetrystore.net/
His name is Lynn Gentry. A sexy, talented gent he is. Also, the woman “olu” mentioned is probably Monica Storss.
I like him because he’s black. Black people are not usually good at stuff but he is good at stuff. Like a typical black person you can find him in the bart station or on the streets. I got a poem off him for 3 quality biscuits and a red shoe lace. I was a deal. I never read the poem, as I was out of toilet paper and really had to go boom boom. But it was a deal non the less.
Lynn is fresh air in a city, in a place Haight -Asbury that needs some new loveeee…
I watch the trees move with the wind slowly turns me in a spin. Going upas we climb the hills being safe within our wills. Having faith within our faults feeling through these desperate times. Knowing we can survive. Finding out what I left behind all the memorys that I cried. Are you willing to give up this mess? Don’t give up don’t give in, you know I love you more to this. It’s a new day live each moment cause you have chose this.
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