My own notion of a poetry reading is quite different. I want the poet to talk about his poems as little as possible, and not so much about the poems as about something one step removed. The voice in which he does his talking unfortunately is the same voice the poor poems must borrow. The more we hear him the less we may be able to hear them.
I should like poems hung, one at a time, like Japanese pictures, on the exquisite air, each poem surrounded by space and silence.
—Robert Francis, The Satirical Rogue on Poetry (U. of Massachusetts Press, 1968).