The day after chalking out the poem I went back to see what impact it had had. The good thing about chalk is it allows you to see the foot prints of people (or anything else) who have walked through it.
During my re-walk down the street there were a lot of people reading as they were walking along.
There was a little boy (dressed in full spider man costume) who ran in and out of the arrows up and down the street that we had drawn between prose, fitting his little feet inside the arrows and running from arrow to arrow leaving little prints behind.
There were buggy tracks through the arrows and words (only a buggy could have a double wheeled, wheel like that) that shows that people weren’t avoiding it, they weren’t afraid to walk over it. Usually when people see some suspicious stain on the street they give it a wide berth.
Stuck a hash tag on each part of the poem to see if any interest was generated by it. Which it did. People were stopping to take photos and reading it in groups.
Been an interesting experiment but the rain came down in the middle of the day, washing away any trace of what we had done. Something quite nice about that thought of how temporary it was, only X amount of people got to experience it for X amount of time… then it’s gone for ever.
