ry and going home. Since the microphone did not seem to be working, and everyone seemed to be getting a little impatient; the show went on. During the whole show Mr. Hudgins was yelling. He was trying to make sure the whole audience heard his poetry; however, this was not to his benefit because he was already a site to look at, and he made lots of facial expressions which did not complement his features at all. Just imagine the unibomber yelling at you about a “Pissy Christ.” To most people that is enough to disgust and disappoint all in one. I was looking forward to hearing some nice romantic soft poetry; instead, I felt as though I was in a lion’s den surrounded by loud playing Punk Rock music.The worst thing, besides the appearance of the poet and his vocal energy, was his type of poetry. People who prefer his type harsh poetry might have enjoyed the program, but people like myself who like more subtle and relaxing poetry would not enjoy Mr. Hudgins at all. He had poems such as: “My Fathers Corpse,” “Babylon in a Jar,” “Rain” and “Pissy Christ.” The only poem he recited that did not have any thing to do with blood was “The China Berry Tree,” which I could not even hear because he had no microphone. The two worst poems I heard that night were “Rain” and “Pissy Christ.” The poem titled “Rain” was very negative. It was about a murderer who was killing women all over town, and scattering their body parts around off of different highways. I think that the media exploits subjects such as murder, and writing a poem about a murderer is only adding to the problem. I was even more appalled because the poem never mentioned a man being killed and scattered all over the highway. I am not condoning this type of poetry, but why must society find this constant image of women being a weaker sex as an entertaining topic. I f...
