Artist’s statement:
While I was abroad in London, my tube stop — yes, my tube stop, it’s a very personal thing — had weekly poetry written on a whiteboard outside the stairs.
Normally this was a space reserved for updates about maintenance and delays, but our local crew saw it more fit as an artistic venue.
“Tube poem”
I appreciated this.
This poem is the poem I would have had displayed on that fabulous little whiteboard if I’d had the chance. It is about the tube. I found the tube equal parts frustrating and mystifying, thrilling and disturbing. It made me cringe and it made me laugh.
Overall, (and I think for all of these reasons, good and bad) I remember it quite fondly and hope to return to it again. I hope to make you feel a little bit of all of these things as well so that we might share this strange emotional dissonance created by cramped spaces and wonderfully human experiences.
Holly Thorpe is currently a student at the University of Washington, majoring in Journalism. She is an active member of the student group WashPIRG and an occasional writer and freelancer for The Wenatchee World. Originally from Wenatchee, WA.
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