making a concerted effort to see Susan Bee/Charles Bernstein tonight as part of Tim Peterson's Analogous Series. I saw Bernstein read a couple years ago. the main thing he read was a piece that explained why it wasn't a poem. he's an entertaining reader. I don't require entertainment, I'm just describing what I saw. I actually rather dislike Edwin Torres for his entertainment quality. his poetry isn't particularly memorable (not for me, at least), yet he's got all this charismatic power pushing it across. too slick. my world view has no place for slick, sorry. Bernstein read comfortably when I saw him, and it happened to be a funny piece.