I remember Spellman's. One afternoon at a poetry reading, Bill Olive put a ream of typed pages of a manuscript on a bar stool next to the microphone and read page one. Then page two and by page three the crowd was screaming for him to quit. It was the most hilarious few minutes in poetry reading I've ever witnessed.
I remember Spellman's. One afternoon at a poetry reading, Bill Olive put a ream of typed pages of a manuscript on a bar stool next to the microphone and read page one. Then page two and by page three the crowd was screaming for him to quit. It was the most hilarious few minutes in poetry reading I've ever witnessed.
Loved opening this with Mac!