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I went to my profesor's poetry reading and it was him and another dude. And it was everything I hate in poetry readings - words being flung this way and that, tortured metaphors, poems that aren't really about anything and the utter boring way that they couldn't read.

I wouldn't hate it so much I think if I hadn't just listened to Billy Collins live at work. Now that's funny stuff.

But wow, I really fucking hate poetry readings. That was a waste of an evening. I thought I could drink myself into enjoying it. I did not enjoy it. There's not enough beer in the world to deal with your average poetry reading.