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The island was not exactly a utopia when it came to the arts, as far as Nathan was concerned. Sure, there was a little bit of theatre, and every so often people hauled out their musical instruments for some little party or another, but the island seemed to value physical talents over anything else and that was just a little bit too high school for Nathan.
Where, after all, was the thriving literary community? Where were the chapbooks on recycled paper? Where were the tragic tales of being lost and alone on an uncharted island? Where were the little cafes with open mike nights? Surely they had been on the island long enough to recreate such bastions of culture.
Inspired by the forthcoming literary magazine, and with Octavian's help (because Octavian, a cat of good taste, felt just as strongly about it as Nathan did), Nathan set out to change all that. He staked out a corner of the rec room and surrounded himself with all appropriate books, periodicals and writing materials that he could come by.
What the island desperately needed, it was clear, was a poetry reading.
Where, after all, was the thriving literary community? Where were the chapbooks on recycled paper? Where were the tragic tales of being lost and alone on an uncharted island? Where were the little cafes with open mike nights? Surely they had been on the island long enough to recreate such bastions of culture.
Inspired by the forthcoming literary magazine, and with Octavian's help (because Octavian, a cat of good taste, felt just as strongly about it as Nathan did), Nathan set out to change all that. He staked out a corner of the rec room and surrounded himself with all appropriate books, periodicals and writing materials that he could come by.
What the island desperately needed, it was clear, was a poetry reading.