that's not thunder that's poetry

in a film last nite a character comments that his father found Langston Hughes cdn't stay on the page but had to be read aloud.

then this ayem I see that Jonathan Mayhew is reading Ashbery aloud.

let's take this further: I propose that all those people in airports & grocery stores who insist on speaking into cell phones be made to read poetry into them. that way as I wait in line with my pain rustique & jug of milk I can hear Marianne Moore instead of a stranger's plans for nocturnal hijinks.