Oh, the bastardism that struck me, was, well, that a certain degree of epater le bourgeois kind of goes with the territory, and I don't mean Chucky Bernstein stomping around with a hammer making a complete tool of himself in some museum in Upper Manhattan under Poetry Foundation auspices. I mean the real thing.
In any event, the start of this seems to have been a general "keep off the grass" bit of @$$holishness on the part of the staff, which provoked a bit of scandal. I mean, I'd be pissed off if someone did that to a CSM reading, but the Bowery Poetry Club staff aren't pricks, and CSM doesn't really have a budget per se, so I don't lose sleep over the possibility.
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