Posts Tagged ‘street poetry’

No Paint, Just Words: Art Alley Revolutionary Improv Haiku + Movie

June 28, 2014

Street poet by the trash bin in Art Alley, Rapid CityIf you stand in Art/
Alley and have only words,/
you must improvise.

Check out the Improv movie here on YouTube


What Are Words Worth? Sundance Film Festival Entry: Revolutionary IMprov Ideas

January 27, 2012

Fill is a middle-aged wordsmith who wasted his passion for words writing romance poetry to a too-busy, analytical wife and making up non-scensical, Sesame Street-type rhymes to amuse his now-grown children.

When divorce and an empty nest let him consider other options, he makes up a cheap Lucy Van Pelt-like sign, “The Improv Poet is IN!”, stands on street corners, and does poetic, usually iambic commentary on people passing by.

The Reason For Red Pillows During Improv Street Poetry: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

August 9, 2010

During Vashon’s First Friday Art Walk, it’s not uncommon to see street musicians and artists on the city streets, busking for money from passers-by. Vashon Island has a unique, creative character (including bumperstickers that read: “Keep Vashon Poetic” and “Keep Vashon Weird”).
CyranoWriter David Kuhns street performance poetry at Vashon Island (WA) 1st Friday Art WalkDuring the August, 2010 First Friday Art Walk, I decided Vashon would be a great place to try “improv street performance poetry”, so, tip hat, red pillow, and signs in hand, I set up on a street corner and proceeded to spend two hours busking … doing street poetry. Usually the poems started with “Because this is Vashon/I can stand on the street/and invent funny rhymes/about the people I meet.” And then I’d go on to comment about the day, what they were doing, how they were dressed, etc.
The best responses came from families with children — they seemed to laugh the loudest when my Dr. Seussian poetry “hit home”.
And someone asked me about why I stood on a red pillow. There was no reason, really, (other than to say “Here is where the poet stands”), so I thought I’d make one up!

Red pillows/
protect feet/
when improv words flow/
from my mouth/
2 the street./
Unlike rhymes from fingertips,/
noise of lips/
can thud.