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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