Cultural preferences are strange. A lot of members here are happy to blow a raspberry at opera, but will get all gooey over poetry.
I love opera. I have no idea why, but ever since my father returned from a trip to NYC with a boxed set of recordings called "Opening Nights At The Met" which recounted the Metropolitan Opera's history with recordings going back to the turn of the 20th century, I've been hooked. It's often a silly pretentious art form, but it's also magical when all the parts come together, magical in a way that no other performing art form affects me.
For a decade I was a season subscriber to the LA Opera before switching to becoming a season subscriber at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I've attended performances at other opera venues and support the various small local opera companies that put on a production here and there, in churches, public auditoriums, parks, etc, mostly volunteer efforts by people who love the art form.
Poetry readings will bring about in me an unfettered desire to gnaw at my wrists. The only way I've ever been dragged to one was with the promise of world shattering sex as a reward for enduring it.
Same with ballet. It's beautiful in the extreme and the grace and power of the human body performing ballet or modern dance cannot be overestimated, but ye gods, what a bore to watch. On the other hand, the sex afterwards more than made up for it.
I enjoy most forms of performing art, opera, musicals, concerts, plays, etc.
Poetry doesn't interest me. I've no objection when someone shares a poem they think is good, but I just can't get up enough enthusiasm these days to go exploring beyond Rumi and Shakespeare.
BTW, did anyone ever answer the OP's question regarding the age of his pipe? Did anyone suggest that he look at the stampings and go to pipephil.eu for answers?