I’ve mentioned before the need for more ‘poetry listenings‘ rather than poetry readings, but I went to an open mike event last night and I think it’s a topic that is worth returning to.
Although most of the readers and the rest of the audience had been milling around for half an hour or more, the event was late starting. As there weren’t many of us there, this wasn’t a problem: there would be plenty of time for everyone. But as soon as the girl presenting the event had said it was time to begin and sat down to play at the piano, the chap in front of me started to fuss and fidget.
As the evening went on, I made a note of different noises from the audience:
I realise that some of these can’t be avoided and some are far more distracting than others, but, on the whole, it just seems rude. Perhaps sound and fury is a little extreme for the post title but it reads better than sound and irritation.
Before I end this blog post, I’ll just point out that the plant in the picture is known as bear’s breeches. So, having strutted and fretted my brief hour upon the page, I shall exit, pursued by an acanthus flower: