Poetry night

Spookie was dragged along to a 'Muse trap', to a poetry reading. The usual format is one guest poet, who can hold the stage for anything between half an hour to an hour. Now that is a long time to be listening with full attention. After a 15 minutes break ten poets can come up to the free podium. Sometimes it is a hootenanny for poets: you'll have first time readers, of youth club age (couldn't understand a word he said, but his act was good and he had rhythm) and some way past the beginning of their pension. Some just drop in for a brief act, others make a fairly long drive for the privilege. Two were good or interesting. One poet reminds us of Hiroshima, August 6 and Nagasaki, August 9, 1947 and speaks of hereditary guilt then and now. He also reminds us of 9/11, and compares the events. The younger poet I liked was an Anarchist, full of good will and joy of life. Quite a contrast to the general dark and misogynous mood. One guy would have been interesting, being just a bit less stoned or drunk while delivering a speech about semantics...