The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. — Jack Kerouac
SpokenWord is down to earth, it has no pretensions – its head is too crammed with shooting stars. It moves to a beatnik rhythm – everyone is free to express themselves. Chacun a son mot à dire. It is not a slam night. Our audience are drunk and receptive but they don’t vote you through to the next round. It is an open mic.
SpokenWord speaks all tongues from English & French to Japanese & Swahili. SpokenWord does 6 impossible things before breakfast and lives on a feast of dreams. SpokenWord has a foot in all the great cities of the world. And sister SpokenWords in London, Stockholm, Pittsburgh, Istanbul, Manhattan and Brooklyn. It was here before you knew you needed it. It will be here when you come back. It’s performance poetry, story-telling, stand-up, monologue, a song. It’s cabaret. Comedy. 5 minute plays. Sometimes it’s dance. Or boxing. Mostly it’s an original text or a classic read well. Lire vivant. It’s a space to do anything with words or performance. There’s only one rule – make the words come alive.
SpokenWord Paris – open mic poetry since September 2006.