What makes supermarkets so appealing? They are a little bit Jonathan Richman and a little bit Allen Ginsberg. (The sidebar on that page links to "Be Drunk," by Baudelaire, which reminds me of a time a friend quoted that poem to a bartender when she had threatened to cut him off. That is a video I would very much like to see.) But supermarkets! And especially Stop & Shop! The colors of all the produce seem like a perfect background through which to walk and read. There is such abundance and strangeness. Such a Coinstar and such voices in the self-checkout lanes! "Move your...tomatoes on the vine." "Move your...item." This robotic woman, she pauses, like she is looking for that next word, like she herself is a poet and the line is full of possibility.
And I wonder, do you have similarly strong feelings about where poems ought to be spoken? Who would you put where? And what would you have them read?