I’m working at the ROMP Rummage Store today, and as always, I’m trying to get customers to go to the museum–it’s only 2 miles outside of town. It’s easy to find. The door is open, the lights are on, air conditioner going. A lot of people have no interest in poetry. One woman today said, “I’m scared.”
I said, “There’s no one there. The door’s open–just go in and look around at your own pace.”
I didn’t convince her.
But seriously, don’t fear the poem. Don’t fear the poetry museum.
This museum is for and of the people. You can touch stuff in there. Write on walls. Listen to a jukebox. Sit in an easy chair and read some old autograph books from 1930. ALL of the poetry in it is written by regular people like you. Don’t fear it . . . please.
It’s only called a “museum” because I wanted the acronym ROMP when I started this place 4 years ago.
If you came out to the first museum, this one is quite a bit different. It’s in a different building, across the pasture from the old one. The exhibits and your interaction are different. Come see.
There’s no one there who’s going to tell you how to read the poems or write a poem or what to look at or think or feel. It’s a trusting place. Go in and see.
Don’t fear the poem.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 