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Monthly Archives: May 2007
Vaishakh (Buddha Pournima) by Maxime
“As all of life’s a tragedyThere’s no more point in choosing –The greatest moments of our livesWe’ll all soon end up losing.” Thus spake the Buddha, then he dancedInto the funeral pyre;And all his devotees, entranced,Watched him as he expired. … Continue reading
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Good Morning by Nila McCann
Good Morning!What’s so good about it?Is it good because you said so?I hate mornings!What if I don’t feel that way? Why doesn’t anyone say…OK morning orbad morning oraverage morning orhungover morning or‘I’m sick of mornings’ morning? The truth about waking … Continue reading
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21st May at The Lizard Lounge
That was one of the best nights we’ve done yet. So thanks everyone who came. Three rounds of poetry, each about 8 short slots of 2 poems/5 minutes… but with some longer exceptions such as Xander’s moving story (We Walked … Continue reading
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Ink is blood by David Barnes
This is a kind of declaration or manifesto about writing, about it being a deep aspect of who I am. About choosing to write. (Do you choose? Perhaps only in the same sense as you choose whether to be yourself.) … Continue reading
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The Subterranean Poetry Club holds its first meeting
… somewhere under the 14th arrondisement. The square cut stone tunnels like some tomb, some long dead corridor in the soundless heart of a pyramid. 18 of us made the descent, 18 of us made it back, through a hole … Continue reading
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SpokenWord Paris 