At KGB Bar on Monday night March 9th, Sandy McClatchy
was reading his poems when, as Sarah Arvio writes, something unexpected
happened, or almost happened, or seemed on the verge of happening, in the red
room with its defunct Soviet symbols:
“What an extraordinary moment that was, when suddenly three young Chinese people came in, two men wearing fatigues, and a girl in a Chinese worker’s cap! They looked around vacantly as though they had stepped into the wrong room in history — right out of the Chinese revolution and into the Russian. Realizing their mistake, they hurried out.”
Sandy breathed a sigh of relief and then segued into his next poem.