Where poetry meets chaos
Where poetry meets chaos
At two in the afternoon one day this spring, I stood on a crowded, noisy street corner in a “no-go” area of Kingston, Jamaica, where I was serenaded by a dreadlocked street vendor who, having given up trying to sell me a cheap Chinesemade belt, decided to demonstrate his talents as a rapper. Prefacing his performance with “I love Canadian people, man!” he sang as if he were a contestant on Idol and I somehow had the power to lift him out of grinding poverty and this chaotic place.







