Attended reading at Tazza last night. Hosted by Mairead Byrne. Keith Waldrop, Michael Gizzi & a bunch of young students, some of them OK. Especially one young Chinese woman, whose name I didn't get, who read a short poem that shifted quickly between English & Chinese, within individual lines. Really beautiful. Chenglish.
Keith Waldrop looked like an old ethereal trapper from Arkansas. Read, very expertly, short sequence in his usual spooky, terse, whimsical-philosophical manner... but I heard some echoes of Whitman there.
Handsome Michael Gizzi did his wry beat Bogart to good effect, except he hurried off too soon.