Does anyone really want to hear my opinion on Stanley Moss?

Well well well. Where to begin? I went to hear good old (old being they key word) Stan the Man read on Wednesday night. I, like Molly, was also very surprised he was so old. I also thought that instead of launching right into his poetry with no explanation, he might tell us a little about himself, his background, how he got to where he is today, etc. But he just started reading and reading and reading without really any kind of outside information. I did like his poem about the louse and how he put a positive spin on something that most find so disgusting. After hearing that, I decided I wouldn't mind knowing more about him, and hoped that was what would happen in class.
When he came to class, I thought he would talk about himself...not start with the conversation of what the worst thing a human could do, or talk about tattooed ladies. The only thing he did was tell us he knew he wanted to write when he was 7 years old in third grade (first of all, third graders are not 7 years old)and that was it.
After talking about Charlie's poem and offering some suggestions, I KNEW he was going to ask me to read as well. It was one of those times you get a feeling and you know its true. So of course I broke all eye contact, looked down, and pretended to be taking notes. But that didn't work. I didn't want to read anything, and when Theo suggested I read my backwards narrative, I started sweating...knowing that the first like began with the phrase "He still stares at my ass." It was one of those "Oh, fuck" moments.
Anyone else like being interrogated? Anyone else like being told their poetry was not, in fact, poetry and was all lies right from the beginning? Anyone like reading a personal, somewhat embarrassing poem (oh, excuse me, I mean PROSE)over and over because someone cant hear? Anyone else like being mortified, turning the color of a tomato, and ruining a sweater because you had pit stains to your belly button? No? Cool.
Why cant I stand up for myself and just give it back to an 83 year old? If only he had sung that sonnet perhaps I could make it even.