Last week I read poetry with a comedian at a hair salon slash art gallery. An unusual setup, but that's not necessarily a bad thing — poetry readings are generally boring as hell. They come in two forms — the poet plus open mic, and the fancypants poetry pair all by their lonesome. I don't know which is worse; the former is a more acute pain, the latter more a dull ache. Both are mostly psychological torture, bound to a chair and suffering a tedium bearable only in small doses. Maybe...
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September 10, 2009 13:23
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