Hugo House is on tour—with a typewriter! For the next couple months, you can find us at various farmers markets, facilitating an “exquisite corpse” poem: market-goers will contribute one line each to a collaborative poem (also known as an “exquisite corpse”) to be posted in full later on the blog.
We had tons of fun at West Seattle Farmers Market this past Sunday, where the wet, gray weather did not deter market-goers nor make the typewriter keys stick. We call that a success. Here’s the first collaborative poem (with some minor edits):
On a wet, gray morning at the market
it was not Fresno and I could breathe.
It was Seattle but I still believed.
Don’t push the river, it flows by itself
through time and space
juicy, luscious, chin-dripping goodness
there’s no use being loved to death when the point is to live
gray days but cheerful vendors
people on a cloud parade
life is a charade
life is a bowl of cherries
I like watermelon and so does my dog
Austin likes Seattle
I love Seattle
my cage does rattle
crossroads or intersection waiting for naught
You can find us here:
Sept. 16 & 23 | 3–7 p.m. | Columbia City Farmers Market
Sept. 18 | 3–7 p.m. | Phinney Farmers Market
Oct. 24 | 9 a.m.–2 p.m. | University District Farmers Market