We started off the reading by watching the confusion of a Russian man being taught rock-paper-scissors as a method for settling disputes far too late in his life for it to seem a reasonable way of doing anything.
Macgregor Card went first, and I have very little in my notes unfortunately, other than the phrase "because of loud, thundering Episcopalians," and "It was called 'A German Philosopher in the American Bush,' but now it's called 'Poem.'"
For Eugene's part, I note that Peepeesaurus and his ilk tend to talk like rat-packers who have improbably infected a Bernard Malamud novel. Best line:
"The philosopher contemplates a statue of a rooster in plaster. 'This is our life! It's chalky, it's outside of us, and we don't know where to put it!'"
Sorry I don't have more for you, but I was encountering these two poets for the first time and was (and still am) highly caffeinated. Whee!
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