Poetry beneath their feet: A public display of art and literacy
By Matthew ShaerSkip to next paragraph
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Staff writer, The Christian Science Monitor
St. Paul, Minn.
Mr. Young, who was born in Hong Kong and raised in Des Moines, Iowa, has spent the past year stamping oversized poems into cement across the city – a public arts project he calls, with something less than poetic flourish, “Everyday Poems for City Sidewalk.”
The poems are scattered as far as Lake Como to the north and the Mississippi River to the west. But a single Frogtown street plays host to four, and we arrived around dusk, when the shadows were fattening.
“It’s a universal thing,” Young said, peering down at a pile of russet autumn leaves. “You see wet concrete, and you want to do something to it. You want to write your initials. All we’ve done is sanction that desire.” He pushed aside the leaves, revealing “Second Love,” a six-line poem by St. Paul resident Carlee Tressel.
Young read it aloud in a lilting, appreciative cadence:
He kissed the girl
in the ballerina skirt.
It was a long one –
like the kiss –
drenching her sneakers
I pointed out that someone had colored in the first few letters of the poem in crayon, and Young smiled. “It will be there for a good number of decades,” he said. “If you’re a kid growing up around here, maybe you ride your bike by and notice it and say, ‘Let’s meet near the poem.’ Or, ‘Let’s use the poem for second base.’ It gets folded into your life.”
He continued, “Or maybe there’s a word, like tulle, which you don’t know when you’re in third grade. And then in eighth grade, you learn about the word, and you understand the poem in a different way.”
For two years, Young has served as the public artist in residence for St. Paul, a Midwestern city with a serious creative bent. Literature and art flourish here, supported by a network of independent bookstores, coffee shops, and galleries.
One of Young’s first goals, when he moved into his office in a dilapidated government building, was to bring that vibrancy to street level.
“The sidewalk in front of your house is public realm, it’s city property, but you feel some sort of part ownership,” he said. “I knew I wanted to ask people to make a conceptual leap and to think about their streets as a canvas, or, in this case, as a book. And then I thought, ‘Well, if it’s a book, who’s going to get to write in it?’ ”