The laundromat, January 11

I went into the laundromat this morning. Maria (the woman who is often working there) told me that I didn't need to attach a pen with a string to the notebook. She pointed to a cup of pens and pencils on the counter, saying that people had been taking writing utensils from there. She watched me take pictures of the display, somewhat amused but completely accepting of this bizarre project. She smiled a little at my visible joy that poems had been written/created. I was pleased enough that I forgot to ask why it had been moved from its original locale. It seems that this will work fine after all.




















Notebook:
Que no haiga [sic] mas guerra y no mas abusos y mejor ambiente
[That there be more more war and no more abuse and a better environment]

Help community
Job opportunity

I dream for opportunity, wisdom, money
We never fear or question human help
This community will grow soon
First love your home
Do they trust cooperation between community
Could difficult job search increase crime?
Did police protect him?
Keep me safe from villain
Lock money, trust some in your home

Magnetic poetry board (the last entry in the notebook appears to be a slightly revised version of this poem):

I dream for wisdom opportunity money we never fear
or question human help this community grow soon
first love you home do they trust cooperation between
community could difficult job search crime
did police protect him me safe
villain lock money trust some home
vivid as black white say over here
enter she smell these am ly thane was easy