Yeah, we’re probably going to have to drink more than we otherwise would have to “enjoy” Gym Class Heroes, and yeah, it seems like a lot of money to spend when the student body probably would have responded better to a Journey cover band. But if you need to restore your faith in Princeton’s ability to attract the best, look no further than the first Annual Princeton Poetry Festival.
Paul Muldoon called in the big guns for this one, including Nobel Prize winner and fellow Irishman Seamus Heaney and John Ashbery (brief digression: someone once explained the relationship between Heaney and Muldoon in terms of Public Enemy, with Heaney as Chuck D and Muldoon as Flava Flav. I now can’t stop picturing Muldoon with a huge clock necklace.)
Today’s the second day of the festival, with readings and panels from 2 to 10 PM. Tickets are sold out, but there are usually empty seats, and there’s a waiting line for any unclaimed tickets. Ashbery read last night, and Heaney takes over Richardson tonight at 8.
If you can, go. Seriously. It’s like we got Weezy for Lawnparties, only he showed a week early as a 70 year old Irish poet.