Report by David. Photos by Norma.
Jessica Reidy opened with a strong prose piece about being Romany but disconnected from those roots, living in these days of anti-Romany racism. You can read the whole piece at Narrative Magazine (sign up is free.)
Bill never left the bar but thinks the government is real.
Devon compared you to a comparison.
MacDara read TS Eliot (East Coker, Part V) – “20 years largely wasted trying to learn to use words…”
David Jaggard asked: How terrible was air travel in the Dark Ages?
Drake wore his stupidity like a lighthouse and played Turkish flute between the lines.
Yoshka was healed by poetry.
Jennifer talked about swallows in the hour of arrows.
Bernard dazzled with French wordplay in “Moi, ton toi.”
Erika was in the city of Love with no-one to love.
Thundercat (yes, Thundercat) advised “fly like a stone thrown to strike a lover’s window… Don’t fly like a bird! Fly like a bat!”
David Barnes (me!) read old poems about burning your hair and burying your fine things.
Norma slept in the tomb of broken dahlias.
Rob recited Nietsche at 90 miles per hour.
Julian? “Excited by the smell of decay, his eyes jittered.”
Alberto threw a teabag from the 14th floor.
Stephen’s mother warned him once. (Only once, Stephen?)
Evan faded into the glittering owl’s eye.
Bruce shot bullet poetry.
More – yet different – will undoubtedly occur at the next SpokenWord tomorrow August 26th. Theme: indignities. Cheers all, David