A mysterious poet is leaving handwritten poems on people’s doorsteps in Morgantown. Is this possibly a new distribution paradigm, a challenge to traditional publishing?
Recipients of the poems don’t seem to mind:
The Goldmans are intrigued by the poems they found at their doorstep. They say they weren’t aren’t offended or upset in any way and do appreciate the form of expression.
“I think it’s very nice for our community to have something like this, it’s delightful,” Irving Goldman said.
While the poems don’t appear to be threatening, they are pretty poorly written:
I begin to grasp
The unbearable lightness of being
As I recognize the inadequacy of language
Pustules of raw emotion
Remain dulled with grammatical confinement
And benevolent features
Harden with the crux of conformity
I really hope the poet isn’t caught or revealed, but I see the makings of flash mob poetry in this.
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