by Jill Crammond Wickham
The term guerrilla poetry is not, as my son imagines, poetry written by a guy in a gorilla suit. Though that may be closer to the truth than I suspect. Guerrilla poetry is an action. It’s getting poetry out to the public in new and surprising ways. Back in October, Dana provided you with poetry prescription forms so you could dole out poetry-reading, poetry-writing and poetry-sharing advice to friends, family, neighbors and even the unsuspecting stranger. If you missed it, stop here and pick up your very own poetry prescription form.
And now for this month’s guerrilla poetry action: Let’s talk about quiet places and public spaces. More specifically, places where you’re supposed to behave: the library, church, a meeting, a class, a poetry reading. Now, let’s have a show of hands. How many of us have been in one of these places and needed to write a poem? Been so inspired by what you are seeing/hearing/smelling that you had to share it
Writing that poem down on a piece of paper is fine — but passing that piece of paper under the table to the person next to you is guerrilla!
Let’s get down to brass tacks. Guerrilla poets are rebels. Guerrilla poets write surreptitious first lines of poems on scraps of paper and pass them to their neighbor during boring meetings, during church, during a lull in poetry readings. Guerrilla poets on a date write the first line of a poem on a napkin while their date is in the bathroom and pass it to them when they return. Guerrilla poets who are parents set a terrible example for their children and pass poetry notes during dinner.
I challenge you to become a guerrilla poet by passing a poetry note to someone unsuspecting in any public space or at any public event. You might want to write your poem then share it with a co-worker. Or maybe you want to get really extreme and write a collaborative poem with someone during a meeting or a meal or a ride on the bus. The possibilities for poetry note-writing are endless. All you need is a pen, a piece of paper and some imagination. Oh, and a poem, too, of course!
That’s it in a nutshell. If you have any questions, let us know. And please let us know about your actions! We want to know what you did once you’ve done it. We invite you to discuss your experiences with secret poetry notes in the comments for this post. You can also share your actions, along with photo links if you like, in the Guerrilla Poetry group in the “Poetry Notes, Your Secret Weapon” forum.
We would also love your ideas for future guerrilla poetry actions as part of this series. Please leave your comments here to help us generate ideas.
Please Note: Guerrilla poets are bold but always polite. Let’s not give poets a bad name while we’re out there spreading the word! Be sure not to crinkle your paper. Be sure to slide your notes surreptitiously. Don’t disrupt the featured poet/speaker/instructor/preacher!![]()
Jill Crammond Wickham has discovered that the frantic pace of motherhood has driven her to write more, not less. Jill writes at Mom Trying to Write. She is a co-editor for Ouroboros Review and a senior contributor and columnist for Read Write Poem.













Yay! I work with children, so this guerrilla action should be interesting. Thanks so much for this idea, Jill.
I passed a poetic note to a guy in a restaurant once…I was so nervous that I didn’t place the note directly in front of the guy I was interested in and it landed between him and his friend.Of course it was the friend who called me.There is a lesson in this somewhere!
I think the son’s idea of writing in a gorilla
suit might be the better option.
There’s a restaurant in Edinburgh that has paper table cloths with crayons provided for people to write with, The environmentalist in me cringes but the guerilla poet in me takes over and i leave poems on the tablecloth. And pictures of bunnies.
You make me think to a French poetry team called (The) Souffleurs. They introduce themselves as poetic commandos.
They got long metal pipes; and on special events, in the middle of the crowds, they spread words in ears like glassblowers…
http://www.les-souffleurs.fr/
rallentanda replied:
February 2nd, 2010 at 2:39 am
Quel drole!Ca c’est une idee fantastique!
i had coffee with jill this morning.
#1) she was, in fact, wearing a gorilla suit.
#2) she never once tried passing me a slip of paper with a line of poetry on it. i wonder what are the implications of this rejection. is my poetry so jank lately it cannot be encouraged? do i have bad breath?
forgive me, carolee. i was a bad, bad guerilla poet. i should have slipped you a note. tomorrow at don’s reading. promise! i even had the cool idea to send a ginormous collab poem around the room, have everyone there add a line.
ps: i don’t know how you missed my gorilla suit. do you need your eyes checked?
I passed poems during our faculty meeting. It made our discussion of interventions for students who refuse to do homework a little more interesting.
Wow…guerrilla and poet are two words I would never expect to be placed next to each other. I have to try this.