Friday, September 19, 1997

Cafe International reading Maureen Hurley & Eugene Ruggles, Sept. 19, 1997

NB: I read with Gene Ruggles, but it was too soon after the car accident. I had PTSD, was still breathless from having had a punctured lung, and I couldn't control my breath, so necessary for reading poetry aloud to a large audience. I felt so ill, I thought I was going to black out, or throw up. Stars on the edges of my eyes, and that hot tingly feeling in the blood when adrenaline kicks in and you don't know whether to pass out or run for the hills. I don't think I ever saw Gene again after hat reading. I quit attending poetry readings, and rarely read in public after that. Too much stress.

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