It’s May in Paris and apparently all around the world.
Benjamin Perriello told us the story of Bahram Gur, King of Persia and ruler of the world, as narrated by the poet Nizami long long long time ago (in the 12th century) (old school, man, nothing’s like the old school). Kyle plays this kind of songs:
Suzanne Allen reads three poems: “Our Love is Like a Paradelle with Enjambment and Homonyms” , “Last Train”, and the third, unnamed, but formerly known as “Impending Freedom.”
Claire Trevien announcing her forthcoming translation poetry workshop:
“Jazz is a Gypsy on a wagon stoop, strumming new found sounds in his finger tips,
Jazz does a duo with Mozart and Bach, a spoon in tune with Cafe Vienna,
and Jazz is a niche on a back-street in Paris, rendezvous lovers, loners and Poets.”
Khronos is Major Tom and Rimbaud, both lost in space, KellyJoy gives just “five minutes to taste me!” Gnam.
Round II: Benjamin Perriello’s the story of Bahram Gur part II, Taylor,
Anthony Allan Poe introducing Variètè Anglaise: http://varieteanglaise.blogspot.com/
Then Lucas Corcoran:
“All of a sudden there are no more secrets left
because now I know your bellybutton is an octagon
and somehow the only angles more acute
are the slight panics that still make each day a surprise
I think I would have loved you more if I had never met you
no matter now”
Patrick and his song for a girl, then James about a guy whose name I forgot,
Hal read “Party” his short story published on the current issue of Malahat Review:
Georgina’s “diving off your eyelashes”, then Alberto’s second attempt to explain in 5 minutes what the heck Aristothelian Ethic is about.
Round 3 – Amanda writes from the Quai: “this smell of pee is making me sick …these memories are splish-splashing in a bottle.” The Maxx went romantic with two love poems “the Kiss” and “Done”.
Welela met a guy in Chicago, sharing a taxi during a snowstorm, and the result is this poem from her book “Salt.” Read it and buy it if you like it, here you can even have a preview:
Zachary: “There was blood everywhere” , Tyler, Fanny’s “Time will heal this restless heart of mine”, Jeremy’s “shit happens to me”: how he and big Ben fought the Hell’s Angels in Reno.
Moe’s now “I wanna make Jazz to you”, Loona and then I called Jeremy back on stage thinking his story wasn’t over, but I was wrong. Spoken Word was over, in accordance with our new Cinderella rule, as it was midnight.