One of the things I've managed to avoid in Austin until now is a poetry reading. I'm meeting a friend at a downtown coffeeshop. I can't say that I'm enjoying it, but it is a little interesting to watch. It seems a little like group therapy only performed in public. I don't think there's anyone in the audience that doesn't fashion themselves a poet, and the vibe is mutually supportive. These folks are sharing personal things with each other, and everyone claps. Fortunately, I can ignore it here in the back of the coffeeshop.
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