Monthly Archives: November 2009

Charlie has been hanging and rhyming around Trieste, Genova, Naples, Verona, Milan, Bologna and Rome. The new accappella trio “Le Gallinelle” affected the world with a requiem for a dead cock: “Le coq est mort” and the experimental ukulelist Ukulelena … Continue reading →

Charlie was so drastic as to completely dressed in plastic. In Pia(aaa)’s TV series, JJ Rouseau learns American slang fast. Alberto wants plastic surgery – a new pair of naieve eyes still eager to see. Michele is running away from … Continue reading →

SpokenWord is every Monday now and we started with a Genò-cide of mosquitos, in French, “J’aboie à la lune”, then David’s tribute to Derek Mahon with “A disused shed in county Wexford” with worms, spiders and cockroaches. Michele keeps on … Continue reading →

Michele’s poetry is chock full of secrets. Why does the plastic belly dancer suffer when she dies? I am confident that I will never know. Theo Edmonds’ pockets were stuffed, not with secrets, but silly damn questions from the Appalachian … Continue reading →