I went to the writer's group at
Shakespeare and Company on Saturday. Think I'll go again next week - I've never been to a critique group before. People seemed to give pretty intelligent advice, but I guess the question you always have is how much amateur writers can help each other, if they need that same kind of help themselves.
One guy read a poem about why the library is a good place to have sex, which is weird because I remember thinking the library seems like a distinctly bad place to have sex. The guy David who was running it said he took workshops with Kathleen Spivack. I've never heard of her, but she seems to be pretty important.
It doesn't look like this anymore: