Author Archives: David Barnes

Photo: Romina Photo: Roy In Part One: Nicolas took a voyage dans le temps and came back to tell us about the future. Pour (poor?) Didier, la folie interne est en nous, comme la poèsie. Jen could see it on … Continue reading →

Every bo-bo comes back to his own rebel’s yellC’est la revolution at Culture Rapide!It’s The Spoken Word Revolution (as Antonia shouts) and it’s the Slam Poetry World Cup in Bobigny, we have guests from all over the world: The Canadian … Continue reading →

by Nicolas This text is totally free. You are free to do absolutely anything you can imagine with it. Translate, modify, cut, perform, sell, print, publish, claim as yours… Don’t give me any credit for it. Just make it evolve. … Continue reading →

Les derniers SpokenWords avant le pause d’été: So,/Alors, SpokenWord numbers are falling as they do every year at this time. We’ve never had so many people come as this 09-10 season, we’ve never gone weekly, we’ve never had the numbers, … Continue reading →

We played doctors and nurses all night long.I keep finding weird toys and instruments in my pants. Betty Marjorie Kanter – At The Doctors I don’tKnow whatHappened But it’sNot myBody. It’s a bilingual soireè of love, memories, and sensuality. Helena … Continue reading →

Photos: Joa, sur les traces de Kerouac: Leemore writes you from your other life: Maira D’Arcy with a 30 second poem in dance form: Jonathan in the throes of Dada poetry: Valerie with a macaronic poem – a poem with … Continue reading →

Hosted by Alberto: Featuring Natasha from Russia, you know, the country around Moscow: Bringing a touch of elegance to SpokenWord, Claire Trev and Paul: And Robert, lost in a sunflower sutra of California supermarkets with Allen Ginsberg: Magic night with … Continue reading →

Antonia: “how to love openly is an Art. I do it best in my head, without you. Arms waving like banners in the land of used dreams.” Julien le barman with a barman’s blues: Louise & Arthur: Psycho or poet..? … Continue reading →

Photos: Albert, shocked by his own poem, “tombstone obelisk floating out in space…” Nadia: “Je suis, donc je pense…” Nicolas: “the end of the world is coming…” Meredith: “Life a series of fading photographs…” Chris is presented with his birthday … Continue reading →