Author Archives: David Barnes

Bruce and Isabel among the audience: Robert Cole, published in Ambit & elsewhere, editor of Chimera magazine: Troy Yorke, taking a break from the manic satanic glee that his poetry brings out in him: Or commun: Some highlights: Or commun … Continue reading →

20h30at the Cabaret Populaire/Culture Rapide103 rue Julien LacroixMetro Belleville/Pyrénées

Qui a décapsulé la coca-cola apocalyptique?Qui a décapsulé la coca-cola apocalyptique?Changes. Substitutions.Claudine Tauziede for Michele.Same psychedelicatessen:Qui a décapsulé la coca-cola apocalyptique?Qui a décapsulé la coca-cola apocalyptique?Who the fuck has decapsulaized the apocalyptic coke?This song will be an hit single in … Continue reading →

What strange driftwood washed up tonight?Escher got it right, bottled and buried at sea while sailors talk of that Stone Age book– that absurd old book! – and Abraham sways onto the stagewhere the waves are much less taller as … Continue reading →

Charlie has been hanging and rhyming around Trieste, Genova, Naples, Verona, Milan, Bologna and Rome. The new accappella trio “Le Gallinelle” affected the world with a requiem for a dead cock: “Le coq est mort” and the experimental ukulelist Ukulelena … Continue reading →

Charlie was so drastic as to completely dressed in plastic. In Pia(aaa)’s TV series, JJ Rouseau learns American slang fast. Alberto wants plastic surgery – a new pair of naieve eyes still eager to see. Michele is running away from … Continue reading →

SpokenWord is every Monday now and we started with a Genò-cide of mosquitos, in French, “J’aboie à la lune”, then David’s tribute to Derek Mahon with “A disused shed in county Wexford” with worms, spiders and cockroaches. Michele keeps on … Continue reading →

Michele’s poetry is chock full of secrets. Why does the plastic belly dancer suffer when she dies? I am confident that I will never know. Theo Edmonds’ pockets were stuffed, not with secrets, but silly damn questions from the Appalachian … Continue reading →

Photos: Julien, Helen, the Public. SpokenWord crowded night and the theme was “Space”.Sarah stole a kiss in a crowded disco, Gèno in francais: “Je vous ecris d’un autre planete”, Marty started with: I’d heard about this thing: Smoke chuffing away … Continue reading →

Charlie was on a blind journey. Rufo had a day at the zoo watching the machines-for-existing. The myth of smoothness dropped horribly into a pail. Gèno was crazy-obsessed with a machine à sous (one armed bandit? fruit machine?). Il a … Continue reading →