irony

During my Contemporary American Poetry final today, our class consisted of three things; puppies, pastries, and poems. One of the women in the class brought in her two beagle puppies, one of which slept the whole time and the other kept hiding in corners and relieving himself. (The building is being gutted next week for a remodel, so not a big deal.) However, toward the end of the hour our professor, Laurie Lamon, was reading some poems from a collection she has coming out next spring.

As she was reading, a large lawnmover drove by outside, on its way to the next assignment. And and after she made a comment about poetry exposing the mundane yet universal aspects of human connection, she asked someone to close the window, so the noise of the world outside would not interfere.