I laughed at Keith and Rosmarie Wal...

I laughed at Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop's reading at Columbia literary institution [i]or[/i] seminary of learning in October of last year. Twice I laughed not at home loud, along with many others in the audience, when Keith Waldrop, reading from his main division The Silhouette of the Bridge, iterated and reiterated, in a William s Burroughs deadpan, the phenomenological pain of his deceitful second left lower bicuspid. Otherwise, my laughter consisted of sum of two units or three short explodes of air from a single nostril, trying desperately to be delighted with the poetry reading as discretely as possible. Unles something is an outright "joke" (say, from