So I went to see Andrea Gibson tonight. I saw her once before - last October when she came to Wellesley. I enjoyed her poetry immensely - it was less emotional for me this time because I had heard most of the poems a few times (I own all of her albums). The rawness of it was still there, and I remember that Andrea and I share viewpoints about war and bullying, in particular - she just writes about it a lot better than I ever could.
What I did notice while I was there though, was mostly the audience.