Whatever you do, Don't feed the poet. You don't even have to pay attention to their rambling diatribes and self important pronouncements. All you need to do is look up from your phone Every now and then and furrow your brow. Really. That’s pretty much it. (A furrowed brow is actually quite a fashion statement- Unless you are a highly paid supermodel for whom such expressions run the risk of marring a gloriously smooth and exquisitely pampered forehead. But come on now. Chances of that are negligible. Right?)
A furrowed brow gives the illusion That you care about the effort that has been made. That you have parsed the poet’s carefully curated collection of words and discovered a small kernel of truth, Or the translucent shadow of a new idea. Or a fresh perspective on an old idea. Or perhaps an amusing juxtaposition of phrases and sentence fragments. Trust me, it’s better than food to a poet. It’s what they live for. Just furrow your brow. Then maybe they’ll shut up for a while.