I hope you are ashamed of yourselves. I was at the University of Ottawa campus this evening for my friend Jennifer’s first ever poetry reading. She had worked so hard, had been full of angst (as all good poets should be), and from the parts I could hear, she was fantastic. And you five people at the back table talked at the tops of your lungs above all of her poems. You were asked very respectfully by about three different people to please keep it down, and I heard you reply that you were doing poetry too, only louder. You are lucky that the types of people who go to poetry readings are generally a peaceful sort.
Jen, Congratulations. I know you were nervous but it didn’t show at all. I am so proud of you. I hope you will let me read your poems sometime so that I can really hear your voice.