A couple of years ago members of the Wholefoods community ran a campaign to save Wholefoods after attacks from the MSA. A peoples history was started that collected stories. Here is a poem that went unnoticed in the jumble of emails at the time from John Paul Sartre whose role at Wholefoods was dead philosopher: A Poem About Wholefoods: A place to smoke a lousy cigarette, And drink a cappacino, or a latte, or some chai or a wonderful machiatto or something else which suits your fancy. A place to talk with all your hippie friends, And chat about philosophy or some sort of political thing which would probably be about Foucault. Or, in that lonely corner, A perturbed face, sitting thinking dreaming about a certain representative of Switch (among other things) Tis a place.
Posted on: Sun, 04 May 2014 02:21:16 +0000