Random Acts of Poetry: Work is Crew
It was that time of year when the poets crawled away from their desks in Thunder Bay. We were a frightening bunch of catewaulers who stopped pedestrians and sometimes traffic with words that shook and blocked the normal routine of people’s lives. We weren’t sure what kind of state we left them in, but for poets, nearly any effect is worthwhile. These performances were organized by the Definitely Superior Art Gallery. Dozens of local poets and songwriters got involved. Featured here are (anti-clockwise): Nolan Smirk, Sara, Renee Terpstra, and me, the blowhard with the electric blowhorn.