Thursday, October 19, 2017

Wrong professor

Elaine and I were walking and found ourselves in front of City Lights Books. The windows had been smashed, and the shelves were nearly empty. We stepped in through an empty window and saw that a poet was preparing to give a reading. She asked us about ourselves. When I told her I was a retired English professor, she pushed a book of her poems at me. “Here,” she said, “this better end up in a book.”

Wrong professor. But it did end up in a blog post.

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[A dream likely inspired by recent conversations Elaine and I have had about our shared distaste for self-promotion.]

comments: 4

Chas McClelland said...

What happened? My wife and I visited last year and it was a great place to hang out. Were the shelves empty because of the broken windows or is something else going on?

Michael Leddy said...

Look again: I’m writing about a dream.

Geo-B said...

I was at City Lights Books once and I found this autobiography of Virgil Thompson. When I took it to the cashier, he said, I wondered who was going to buy this.

Michael Leddy said...

It’s always nice to feel wanted. :)