There’s a collective of poets who organize ‘poem bombings’ over places scarred by political violence: they throw thousands of bookmarks with poems on them out of a helicopter. They did it in Dubrovnik, Guernica, Warsaw, and Berlin, among other places, and of course they did it first in Santiago, over La Moneda, where Allende died the day of the coup. It’s a beautiful, exuberant, meaningful project. The problem is that these same poets also organized a contest to get women to send them photos of their asses. For real.
