Booed at Poetry Reading

September 22, 2008

It looked friendly enough.


Even downright hospitable.


The crowd seemed attentive during my first 30 poems.




But they didn’t seem to like number 31.




Or number 32 for that matter.


Soon after, they stormed the stage and I fled.

7 Responses to “Booed at Poetry Reading”

  1. Paul Says:

    Hahaha, that is coooool,

  2. Polar Says:

    Photoshoped!
    Their thumbs are facing the wrong way. Snopes claims you got a standing ovation. Go ahead, try to deny it!

  3. qazse Says:

    Paul and Polar –
    Thanks guys.

    They actually did hoist me on their collective shoulder and march me around town – looking for a dumpster.

  4. ClapSo Says:

    ROFL!

    It could have been worse, you could have wandered into a slam. They throw bricks at those things…

    The scientifically impossible I do right away
    The spiritually miraculous takes a bit longer

  5. qazse Says:

    Clapso, I always enjoy the thought of the scene in the Blues Brothers movie where they are performing at a roadhouse within a security cage. Next time I will bring such a cage. Perhaps do poetry from a dog crate.

    Seriously, I think it would be cool to go to a slam.

  6. Wayne Says:

    That is outrageous.
    I don’t know if I could handle it.
    I mean I AM on a “mission from Gott.”
    But 2 hours of “Rawhide” would stunt my growth.
    What a hoot.

  7. qazse Says:

    five minutes of daytime tv and i am mush


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