Why I’m Not a Good Spectator at Poetry Readings

I’m here early. Observing
in a disinterested
way, or trying to appear

that way. The students, I want
to be one, and the hippies,
the hippies and a dead nylon

smell. Nothing wrong
with green hair but it bothers
me that it’s a fashion statement
while being anti-fashion, and I’m

anti-, anti-social because
I’m fearful of people I
don’t know, because I’m a
chicken without a mind,

perhaps intriguing on the
inside but flat as a board
in these chatty situations,
and all of this makes me

want to hate myself, especially
when George
won’t have the courtesy
to say hi to me. He is

the weirdo who was happy
to see me unofficially
kicked out of the writing
group. I hate him almost

because I set out
my weakness for
him, he being a similar,
bizarre character, and he

dismissed me,
the scoundrel.

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  1. #1 by Hudson Howl on February 10, 2014 - 2:22 pm

    I have ever gone to poetry reading per say. So I’ll take your word on it, You wouldn’t mislead me?

    Years ago, I went to listen to Michael Ondaatje read poetry. Think I would have liked it better if he was just addressing only me. Am not a good sharer, when comes to art. Not that fond of questions afterwards nor of the whys and what for from the artist.

    ‘perhaps intriguing on the
    inside but flat as a board
    in these chatty situations’…….yep that’s me

    • #2 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:27 pm

      Ah, yes. Thank you for your comment. I am lucky for your visit and your kindness.

  2. #3 by Carl D'Agostino on February 10, 2014 - 3:55 pm

    Last time I went to reading was Miami Book Fair 1985 I think. Saw Garrison Keillor, Dave Barry and a very young Flannery O’Connor. Day well spent.

  3. #4 by stillight on February 10, 2014 - 8:24 pm

    ah, fun read… and could relate all too well with all those inner feelings in public situations.

    • #5 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:28 pm

      Thank you for your comment and for your visit, Jennifer. I appreciate it.

  4. #6 by clinock on February 11, 2014 - 5:52 am

    “the hippies and a dead nylon

    smell.” …immortal…god given words my friend…and all…Yes, poetry is to be spoken over the tongue since the ancients, but either that wallpaper goes, or I do (thanks Oscar)…thanks Carl…

    • #7 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:29 pm

      You are too kind to me. Thank you for your comment.

  5. #8 by Harbans on March 12, 2014 - 7:44 am

    Man is intrigueing – knows not when and how to act sometimes!

    • #9 by Carl on April 10, 2014 - 9:13 pm

      Sorry for my delay, but I appreciate your comment. For me, I think it is most times.

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