I could hear the festival four blocks away. Three blocks later I was close enough to read a sandwich board: “People’s Poetry Fest POETRY WALK” Finding the People’s Poetry Festival was easy.
It’s the third and final day of the poetry festival, and people are walking their dogs, texting on their phones, ducking into coffee shops, and stopping to see what’s happening in the triangular plaza where Kensington Road meets Kensington Crescent. The People’s Poetry Festival is what’s happening, and I’m here to learn how to become a poet.
The objective of the poetry festival is to make poetry accessible to everyone, not just academic elites and enlightened beatniks. There are poetry readings, slams, workshops, presentations, and Do-It-Yourself poetry stations. The “Poetree” is a DIY station, its paper leaves feature the poems and thoughts of passers-by. I sit beside the tree to read a few of its leaves; some have a single word, others are filled with thoughts. I wonder what kind of people wrote them.
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