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Only a few weeks left before the School of Quietude’s most hushed event of the year – the annual fest at West Chester University. Christian Wiman, Timothy Steele, Dana Gioia, Mark Jarman – the list goes on. It’s almost too delicious. Given that it’s all of 10.7 miles from my house, I did attend this one year, briefly. I wish I could tell you that it’s not nearly as bad as it sounds, but the truth is that it’s worse. One could tear a retina from all the eye-rolling this event evokes.