The Itinerant Poetry Library

Since May 2006, The Itinerant Poetry Librarian has been travelling the world with a library of ‘Lost & Forgotten’ poetry, installing the library & librarian and archiving the sounds, poems and poetry of the cities, peoples and countries she meets. Welcome to the project's blog . . . Our Itinerant Poetry Librarian lives wherever her library is - come join the cause!

FAQs: • Yes we carry our entire life and the library with us as we go • Yes, it is quite heavy • No, we're not mad. As Charles Simic said, 'But what if poets are not crazy?' That's the spirit boyo!

We exist to: remind people of the importance of free public libraries...subvert mainstream channels of distribution...remind people that access to knowledge should be free and not dependent upon economic wealth hierarchies... show people that poetry/art can provide answers to questions we ask of life...experiment in existing outside of 'the market' – thereby, instead, investing in social capital, social innovation and community.

We aim to make life taste better. Word.

Where have we been . . . ?

(2006) Amsterdam, Berlin, Dresden, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Munich, Paris, Barcelona, London, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, Norwich, York, Antwerp, (2007-2008) San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, Leipzig, (2009) Ulm, Chemnitz, Rotterdam, Huntingdon, Callander, (2010) Cork, St. Andrews . . . Where'd you like us to go? Can you help? Get in touch!

What We Are Up To Right Now . . .


Tuesday, 25 July 2006

The obvious choice for a Parisian Librarian . . .

. . . would be to set up shop over at the infamous Shakespeare & co. bookshop, at 37 Rue de la Bucherie, 75005, Paris. Which is exactly what we are going to do.

So, if any of you Parisian citizens fancy a spot of poetry dans votre vie, come on over on mercredi le 26 juillet from 12 noon onwards (and probably until 12 midnight as our librarian is a bit of a slave-driver when it comes to manning her books). You’ll be able to borrow poetry in Persian, Spanish, English, Hungarian, Slovenian and German as our collection has been added to by donations from the people and poets we have so far met. They like to give us books. Either that, or they like to watch our poor librarian struggle fitting her expanding library into her rucksack . . . which is now so heavy that she has to lean at a 45 degree angle otherwise she’ll fall over backwards onto the pavement. If you can’t make it to the library tomorrow, never fear, as jeudi sees us jump to the beach, the city beach that is. We are setting up the library on the Paris Plage along the Seine in the morning and then hopping over to the Luxembourg Gardens for an afternoon poetry slot amongst the trees. On y Va!

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