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Poetry Night!
Apr. 3rd, 2008 | 09:54 am
Tuesday night was Poetry Night. In honor of it, I started the day by baking brownies. There’s something deeply satisfying about carrying a still fragrant tray of brownies through downtown San Francisco just before noon. You hear murmurs in your wake of “….chocolate…,” “Oh, that’s lovely, did you smell…” “Ohhh brownies!”
Poetry is alive and well in this city. We had thirty reservations. About twice as many people showed up that evening. We were a little late in opening the room because our café manager had hurt herself doing yoga that morning and was moving slowly (and let me digress for one moment to say that I hope when I’m in my eighties I can, as she did, truthfully utter the words “I hurt myself this morning doing yoga,”) but a godsend of a volunteer pitched in and everything went smoothly from there on. When the moment came, when we crossed over from getting ready for the event to the event itself, when the lights were properly dimmed and darkness had fallen outside, the faux candles on the tables were “lit” and everyone had stopped talking and had eyes front, when L stepped up to the microphone and said, “welcome everyone,” I could not see a single empty seat.
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Poetry is alive and well in this city. We had thirty reservations. About twice as many people showed up that evening. We were a little late in opening the room because our café manager had hurt herself doing yoga that morning and was moving slowly (and let me digress for one moment to say that I hope when I’m in my eighties I can, as she did, truthfully utter the words “I hurt myself this morning doing yoga,”) but a godsend of a volunteer pitched in and everything went smoothly from there on. When the moment came, when we crossed over from getting ready for the event to the event itself, when the lights were properly dimmed and darkness had fallen outside, the faux candles on the tables were “lit” and everyone had stopped talking and had eyes front, when L stepped up to the microphone and said, “welcome everyone,” I could not see a single empty seat.
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