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If Dirty is the New Clean, then the Unexpected is the New Mundane.

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If Dirty is the New Clean, then the Unexpected is the New Mundane.

Okay, I confess. More than half a year has passed since I’ve done my own laundry. And before you start imagining putrid piles of clothes cluttering a Brooklyn abode, or bi-weekly garbage bags of musty discards making their way to the Salvation Army and a wallet of maxed-out credit cards to boot, let me say: it’s not even like that. Since I discovered the luxury, I’ve indulged in drop off service. Ten dollars for ten pounds. I pick up my threads next day, my unmentionables folded into origami hellos—smelling of a springtime not of my choosing....

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It’s an international affair!

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Check out this awesome video from last winter of poet Ken Arkind PUP’ing in the UK. We international, baby.

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‘An absolute kind of sincerity’

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‘An absolute kind of sincerity’

The train doors open. We board the Q cool as a pinstripe suit, we use different doors, scattering ourselves randomly about the car.   As the doors close I become painfully aware of the fact that I would never make it in any sort of espionage work; the excitement terror and anticipation burn on my face clear as a babies conscience. It takes all my effort to keep the corners of my mouth from curling up in a smile. This is going to be a train ride unlike any other.   There is something terrifically terrifying and deeply liberating...

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This is PUP! December 2012 Edition.

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This is PUP! December 2012 Edition.

Scenes from December 1, 2012 Poets in Unexpected Places crew on the Brooklyn bound Q. Samantha Thornhill. Ngoma Hill. Darian Dauchan. Elana Bell. Adam Falkner....

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Pop! Pop! That’s the sound of the police…

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Pop! Pop! That’s the sound of the police…

Well folks, this is a P.U.P first…read on and you’ll see what I mean. The day started as any P.U.P day in my experience has— a mixture of giddiness, excitement and, yes, a fear, as we gathered outside the Staten Island Ferry terminal on this gorgeously sunny and windy Saturday. Jon asked that I start things off with a song, and as soon as I looked out at the massive and gorgeous Atlantic, I knew exactly what I wanted to sing, a praise song to Yamaja, the Yoruba Goddess of water and protection. As I began to sing, the ocean sparkling behind...

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A poet’s response to freedom of speech.

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A poet’s response to freedom of speech.

Rising Fascism on the Staten Island Ferry          So it’s saturday afternoon the Pop Up Poets invade the S.I Ferry today we’re a bit short staffed our ranks being smaller than usual we forge on relentlessly Jon Sands,Corrina Bain,Elana Bell, Osunyoyin Alake Syreeta McFadden and yours truly As we enter the ferry Elana has a strange feeling Osunyoyin says it’s premonition I’m plodding along trying to psyche myself into doing this Suffering post traumatic slave syndrome I really don’t like large ships Elana sings a...

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Initiation Day.

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Initiation Day.

  Which also happens to be St. Patrick’s Day. I step into the bright buzz of Union Square. It’s only 2:30 in the afternoon, but I’m already nervous about the holiday activity that’s legendary in this city on March 17th. But most of my jitters fade away when I join the circle of fellow PUPers gathered at the Ghandi Statue. We head down into the station to hop on the Q train to Brooklyn. A dapper and highly decorated service man stands directly across from me. I tease the captain in a friendly banter about his ornaments, knowing that what...

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Thoughts on Exposure from a First-Timer.

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Thoughts on Exposure from a First-Timer.

The first to arrive, I wait at the base of the Gandhi statue and watch as this unexpected March warmth worked its magic through Union Square. We’re all a little more exposed today, offering stretches of previously shrouded skin to spring’s first bursts of sunshine. All too eager to expose enough of myself to don my first sundress of the season, I wasn’t feeling quite as easy about the way in which I was about to expose myself for the first time. There, in the midst of dodging the already drunk St. Patrick’s Day celebrators, I nervously sipped...

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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.

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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.

Flood-tide below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me! On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose; And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose. It all begins with Whitman.  Well, sort of. When we gathered around the Gandhi statue one April...

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A Pup Moment.

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A Pup Moment.

  What is this difference between private and public verse? We were on a train—we were on many trains—and I remember the spell of Ngoma’s voice clearing away the clutter; it began the space; Samantha and Elana reciting Lucille Clifton in dual-voice began the space.I have been on NYC subways when the last thing I’ve wanted to do is acknowledge the humanity of the person next to me.Poetry is not for subways; it is better left in closed books:I have felt this way too many times, and yet, once in a while, I’ve crossed the field.Empathy is a...

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