Great night ladies and gentlemans, I do think so,
we started with Dylan Harris reading his poem The Player from his book Antwerp,
David reading a poem by Alexander Maksik from Issue Zero Magazine, now on sale:
yesterday at the pharmacy
a tall man in beard trembling
paying says, Jesus Christ it is
cheaper just to die.
Benjamin reading the Grave of Shelley by Oscar Wilde:
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed
Gaunt cypress-treesstand round the sun-bleached stone;
here doth the little night-owl make her throne,
and the slight lizard show his jewelled head….
Have you ever loved?
Have you ever loved and lost?
Have you ever loved and lost and worked on a ferry-boat?
Of course. Moe Seager, Yara and Stefanos, Alberto Rigettini.
Eleanor (on stage singing) and Katherine (almost strict judges),
Chris and Benjamin, Anthony, Zine, Nina Karacosta reading “My Cities”
un morceau of her forthcoming readings:
Moe supporting tunisian poets, then James:
Words are bollocks: shit, piss, fuck….cunt.
Words get attention.
Indeed. Julie Anne’s perfect slam style, Ariel and Emily banjoing and singing:
I love you for your money
For what money can do
You know what is funny
They think I love you for you
Or that’s how I remember it.
I remember then Tyler and the Jazzy end: Dumb Ego’s night in Tunisia:
For many more tunisian and bellevillian poetic nights, come on monday at Culture Rapide!