Saturday, September 29, 2012

At the movies.

I spy my friend KS in the cconcessions line. We greet, she introduces me to her friend, I re-introduce her to the historian. We are going to see the same movie.

KS: Did you go see [eminent poet, who gave a reading this past week. On a weeknight.]

Me: I didn't.

KS: Oh!

Me: (interrupting--I don't want her to be embarrassed because she asked me this question:) I've heard [Eminent Poet] read before.

KS: ...and if you've heard him once, you don't need to hear him

Me: (interrupting again...this might be a bad habit. Look into it..) No! I love [Eminent Poet]! I love his work, and he's a great reader. But I'm not going to give up ... [shall I admit this? --forging ahead:] my television shows to go ...

KS: [laughs] Right. And you have to watch them when they're on.

Me: That's right. I'm old like that. I want to watch them when they're on.

KS: ...right--

Me: It's like it's my reward for getting through the day. Poetry almost never does that for me.

[by now at least two people in the line have looked at me with what I imagine are disapproving glances.]

Me:  ...and I'm a poet. [pause] It's not good.


  1. Hahahahahaha. I know of whom you speak AND may I say I applaud your decision. On many front.

  2. OMG. I feel the same way, but it's not even TV, it's just that I don't really like readings anymore UNLESS it is someone I don't even know anything about OR someone I love so much that love alone drives me to go...



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