Angst (at a Poetry Reading)

I. This place is dreadful as if to spite the words that do not fill it. MECHANICAL POETRY tired tired. angst with a little “a.” Angst with a capital. Oh Angst, you alone survive the public address system. Read the paper this is not speech this is not communication, not even entertainment altho it tries to be. This is merely imitation paper and typewriter in too bright a light. II. Life is simple. I made myself a cup of tea and now I am happy.

27 February 1982