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Poetry is a river; many voices travel in it; poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the river waves. None is timeless; each arrives in an historical context; almost everything, in the end, passes. But the desire to make a poem, and the world’s willingness to receive it – indeed the world’s need of it – these never pass. — Mary Oliver

bathroom poetry project

Sid Yiddish got a surprise in the ladies’ room at Cafe Express last fall. Someone had taken a knife and slashed a big X through his poem ‘For the Love of Man (For Jobie Hughes).’ Yiddish took it remarkably well.

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  1. Rocas says:

    ‘Sid Yiddish is turning public bathrooms into alternative spaces for reflection.’
    [The bathroom has ALWAYS been a place for reflection, both figuratively and literally]

    ‘Someone had taken a knife and slashed a big X through his poem … Yiddish took it remarkably well. “It’s quite a compliment,” he says. “If they steal it or make something on it, it inspired the person enough to do something.”…
    [ummm, no. As much as Sid would like to believe that, I can safely say that it was vandalism for vandalism’s sake. My love and creation of poetry started just like it did for Sid, the difference with me was that I was a bit of a rough rider, or as I used to call myself, a ‘Warrior Poet’. I can attest first hand, that the statement Sid’s vandal was trying to make was simply to be destructive.

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