I was feeling ambivalent about the reading, for various readings. The last reading I did back in the spring was kind of awkward and so I was still carrying around that vibe. In picking out poems, I'm usually instinctive, though I focus on new work. True again this time.
I was up first. Beforehand I'd printed out several poems, walking to the reading, only sure of one I wanted to read. At five minutes till, I'd settled on two. I made up my mind:
The Numbers Are Not In
Praise
Ptolemaic Sunset
These Arms of Mine
I read short, as I was reading with two others. How did it go?
Find out next time....
Saturday, October 29, 2005
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