My sister sent me a lovely article from the LA Times about a woman who writes poetry at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market. It reads in part (the rest is here).Jacqueline Suskin sits like an old-fashioned secretary between a lemonade stand and two guys selling hummus at the Hollywood Farmers Market. A sea-green typewriter rests on the tiny wooden table in front of her. Scotch-taped to the table is a letter-pressed sign that reads:
Poem Store.
Your Subject Your Price.
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Over the course of this morning, Suskin will write about “Seizures as Spiritual Portals” for a 50-year-old fashion designer. She’ll write a poem on “Wedding Planners” for a soon-to-be bride and a poem on “Back Pain” for the fiance. And for a lithe young woman in short jean shorts and an embroidered top, she’ll compose verse on “New Beginnings,” just a few weeks after she wrote her a poem on “New Love.”
She’s many things: an unexpected treat to find during a morning at the farmers market, a performance, a means of making poetry approachable, and a treasure!