There’s been a cool contest going on since January 1st. It’s a poetry contest called Poet 11 2010.
Before you turn your nose because you’re a normal person who doesn’t
know anything about poetry, think about the subject matter: your SF
neighborhood.

Friends of the San Francisco Public Library
are giving the winning poets (SFPL
Poet-in-Residence Jack Hirschman) $50 and the opportunity for the authors to take the
mike and read their work in their neighborhood’s library to the best poem. You’ll also be published in an
anthology
.

Come on everyone! Show your SF pride!

I scrounged up some of
my own poems, which I won’t enter because I have lots of writer’s block
for my particular hood, but plenty to say about others:

marina marina
marina marina ah
marina marine

dolores park is lame because everyone talks
about dolores park cool
your pee bee err is not as cheap as you think

and how can you afford tart-ine?

I’m not ugly enough to live in the excelsior.

Wait, is that last one even a poem? Are any of these poems? Is this a poem? See? FUN!

Submissions are accepted until March 1. Guidelines are as follows:

  • Must be 18 or over to participate. (Does this mean you can be, what’s the term, “saucy”?)
  • Must live in San Francisco. For information on if you live in one of the eleven city districts, go here.
  • Submissions must include a return address, email or phone number and district number for response.
  • Up to three poems allowed!
  • Email submissions go to poets11@friendssfpl.org. You can also drop off your poem at any library or mail to:
Poets 11
Book Bay Fort Mason
Fort Mason Center, Bldg. C
San Francisco, Ca 94123

For more information, go here.

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  • Nina

    I don’t live in SF so I’m not eligible to enter, but I wrote a poem anyway about my former work ‘hood around 5th and Mission. I’m dedicating it to all my SF Chronicle homies who got screwed by the Hearst Corporation.

    Tunnel of Filth

    O Minna Street tunnel
    It rained again today
    The lingering stench of human waste
    Will it ever wash away?

    Street cleaners come around
    But only clean the gutters
    Your walls stay smeared with shit
    And your sidewalks urine-covered

    The vagrants won’t survive
    When the Big One hits
    Your final act of vengeance
    Smashing them to bits