Matt.and Ben
Saw it. It was aiight. Not quite worth 25 bucks but...what can I say? You gots to support.
Aiiight.
Aha.
More interestingly, on the train ride back home to Queens, the night lush, velvet, and pungent, I was reading Stanley Kunitz, his Collected Poems, and this old black man across from me leans overs and asks, "Are you reading that for college?"
I smile and say, "No, for fun." He leans back and nods and smiles.
He's wearing a maroon baseball cap, a gray sweater, and faded jeans that are a little short above his dusty boots. His thick moustache is sprinkled with white and he's surprisingly unwrinkled relative to how old his voice sounded. A black dufffel bag between his feet.
Because of this, I am all of a sudden filled with a feeling of...I don't know, gratification? That even on the subway, you can meet people who read and care about poetry--and not just "spoken word"--I felt...golden.
Then, he leans back and says, "Do you know Eugene O'Neill?"
To which I reply, "Oh, Long Day's Journey Into Night." He nods and sinks back. I look at him, waiting for him to say something brilliant...but he doesn't, so I ask, "Do you read a lot of Stanley Kunitz?"
"Oh, no," he says, "I just remember the names."
GUUUUUUUUUH!
Pffffffft, went my little golden bubble.
Aiiight.
Aha.
More interestingly, on the train ride back home to Queens, the night lush, velvet, and pungent, I was reading Stanley Kunitz, his Collected Poems, and this old black man across from me leans overs and asks, "Are you reading that for college?"
I smile and say, "No, for fun." He leans back and nods and smiles.
He's wearing a maroon baseball cap, a gray sweater, and faded jeans that are a little short above his dusty boots. His thick moustache is sprinkled with white and he's surprisingly unwrinkled relative to how old his voice sounded. A black dufffel bag between his feet.
Because of this, I am all of a sudden filled with a feeling of...I don't know, gratification? That even on the subway, you can meet people who read and care about poetry--and not just "spoken word"--I felt...golden.
Then, he leans back and says, "Do you know Eugene O'Neill?"
To which I reply, "Oh, Long Day's Journey Into Night." He nods and sinks back. I look at him, waiting for him to say something brilliant...but he doesn't, so I ask, "Do you read a lot of Stanley Kunitz?"
"Oh, no," he says, "I just remember the names."
GUUUUUUUUUH!
Pffffffft, went my little golden bubble.