I attended the first annual event at the Fort Mason Center here in SF. It was celebrating the poetry of women's poetry during the Beatnik era which produced poets like Keroac and Ginsberg. Also, I learned something about the proper way of reading poetry. You're supposed to read poetry clearly and distinctly to let the words speak for themselves without being showy and animated.
Otherwise, I didn't see any evidence of offbeat behavior among the small crowd that was present. Two women were drinking white wine, but no smell of bhong was present. I didn't see anyone smoking cigarettes and wearing beret with dark shades. But I was wearing a tan panama hat with my glasses. It was more like a poetry class held in a library, which it was.
