Stan Moss--He's hard to forget

I write about Stan Moss's poetry reading some time after the actual event. I've been waiting for just the right time to write about his reading because I feel as though I may be a bit shell shocked still from his visit to our class. I think his visit sheds alot of light on why he didn't say so much during his reading.
Stan Moss's poetry reading was the first reading I've ever been to. I briefly attended a poetry for peace event freshman year, but I believe the program was just starting up at that point, and there wasn't much to speak of. For my first real reading, I wasn't impressed. The setting couldn't have been more conducive to a comfortable,enjoyable atmosphere. The Sykes formal lounge was set up alot like a lecture hall, but the lighting was keeping me cheery and there was a certain buzz about the room. However, when Moss actually starting reading, he really mumbled over his poems, often making mistakes and stopping to correct himself. He said nothing about his poems. I would have liked to have heard about his inspirations, his worries, concerns, and fears that drove him to write his poems. I would have been much more interested had I gotten this background.
But like I said, I may understand why he didn't talk to so much after seeing him in class. As the saying goes, "if you don't have something nice to say, then don't say it at all." I wonder if he couldn't even find anything nice to say about his own poetry. Moss read a number of poems, and most of them had some sort of underlying or overt sexual references--very interesting coming from a man seemingly with one foot in the grave. I often had a hard time understanding what he was saying anyway.
When he was done reading, he took a number of questions from the audience. I felt like the questions were pretty interesting, but Moss skirted around them a bit. In line with the personality I got to meet in class, he really designed his own question, using the audience's inquiries as more of a general guideline. He did have some interesting things to say though--at least as much as I could understand. I wonder if it was too cold up in the North Country for him.