Evaluation of a Poetry Reading
After a long day full of work and confusion, I decided that it would be a good idea to go to the poetry reading at eight PM. I got all of my homework done and ate dinner also. It was now about seven twenty and I heard a knock at my front door. It was my RA; he was just reminding me that he was going to leave in a few minutes. Soon Jeff, another girl and I headed to the place where the reading was taking place. When we got there, all the seats in the back were full. This ended the back up plan, which consist of leaving out if the poet was very bad. We soon found three seats in the middle of the auditorium. The electrical people were all over the stage trying to get the microphone to work. After about twenty minutes of watching people trying to fix the microphone, I was very convinced that I was not going to like this night. Mr. Andrews Hudgins reminded me of the stereotypical unibomber, who had no microphone and recited poems such as the "Pissy Christ"; those are just a couple of reasons why I really disliked this poet and his poetry.
The poet looked a lot like someone who would be in the paper listed as the unibomber. He was a middle-aged balding man who looked a lot like a killer. Mr. Hudgins spoke with a tone of a crazy man, but the main problem was his type of poetry. When he started to read his poems, I was completely disappointed in his choice of topics. The type of poems that he read reinforced how I felt about his image at first. As the program progressed Mr. Hudgins appeared to be crazier than I thought in the beginning.
Aside from his scary appearance, Mr. Hudgins was practically yelling the entire time because he had no microphone. When we walked in and sat down, there...
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...oss he was pissy, and bloody like a newborn baby. I am a person who is very conscience of the way Christ is talked about, and something about this poem just did not seem morally correct to me.
I was totally disappointed with Mr. Hudgins and his horrible poetry. I was very disgusted and upset when I left the reading. If I would have known that it was going to be that bad, I would have stayed in my room and studied. I did not like the poet's appearance, tone, or his type of poetry. I went to the reading in a good mood, and came back home contemplating whether or not I should ever go to another one again. I was totally disappointed and would highly recommend that people who like smooth mellow poetry like myself, never to go to the reading of Andrew Hudgins poetry. It will only upset you, and leave you wondering what made him write about such negative subjects.