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[emchy]

all i can say is that if when i get old i find myself to be a serious drunk - and i have a need to hear some poetry. i hope that if i can keep my shit together enough to be mostly quiet - that the hosts let me stay and hear the words.

tonight a very entitled audience member got the gay cop to haul out an older drunk guy - because he was repeating - it's beautiful while someone read. it was quiet enough that sitting 10 ft away i only heard muttering. thankfully the gay cop checked with me and i said to let him stay. if he stayed quiet - he could stay. i wasn't going to punish him for being drunk. he hadn't done anything more wrong than many other people at many other open mic when feeling chattier than normal. 

throughout the night he gestured. got up a few times. muttered a few more. but more importantly - the gestures were - to wipe tears from his eyes and to make motions like "amazing". the mutters were - "that's so true" "she's so good" and "thank you". the getting up was to get water to deal with a bad cough and to use the bathroom.

yes he was crazy fucking drunk. but you know what. he tried so fucking hard to be quiet. he tried so fucking hard to be allowed to stay. i am glad that he did. and like i said - i only hope if i am drunk and crazy one day - the people in charge let me stay and hear the poems too.

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[odelenu.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you let him stay. I am sure he was probably making some people very uncomfortable which is a little ironic considering they were at a poetry and I would have thought feeling a little uncomfortable would be a sign of a good night.

[cindymonkey.livejournal.com]

exactly - the more i thought about it today - the more angry i was about the lack of patience... like apparently being drunk and on drugs can be glamorized in writing but not tolerated in person? and esp if the person isn't young and pretty??? harrumph.

[borggrrl.livejournal.com]

This post clearly illustrates one of the reasons why I love you so much, monkey.