Author Archives: David Barnes

The Catacombs: Donald Tournier goes underground…

…and finds true love cowering at the bottom of wells, dank air heavy with humidity, the lungs of the world, hermits drinking from underground rivers, who’d gone white as ghosts hiding from the light of day, poetry living off the … Continue reading

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No Tell Motel – Monday/lundi 19th May

In English…Spoken Word and The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel Second Floor anthology invite you to a poetry reading from the anthology followed by an open mic on the theme of Eros, desire, sex & sensuality.Monday, May 19th 8pm … Continue reading

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Report from 23rd April

Photos: Colin, Thérèse, Joy… crazy guy & poet (help me out – identify yourselves) The City Anne gave us Kabul. Charlie had seen it all before, a case of Déjà Vu. Giémo took us to meet La Ville Amante, à … Continue reading

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Deadlined…

So much going on I’ve had no time to report about the last 2 Spoken Words – lots of good stuff lined up to put here when I have time though. Next Spoken Word is 9pm Tuesday 13th May at … Continue reading

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The Great Lurch Forward…

Would you take a train with this man? Not bleedin’ likely… Followed by Elena, Pauline, Donald and a very Satanic looking Antonio… the Devil’s Undertaker. Thanks to Dominic for the title and half the photos.

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Undertakers' convention… at the Extra Old Cafe after disembarking

Bex gets my vote for “Most likely to be in A Clockwork Orange.”

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The Great Lurch Forward… photos 1

Seldon, Pauline, Raskolnikov, the Eiffel Tower, Neil, and Raskolnikov again, escaped from a Dostoyevski novel…

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Slough by John Betjeman

I grew up near Slough and Maidenhead. Even The Lonely Planet’s guidebook to England tells you “Don’t go there.” I’m with Betjeman. Note he wrote this just prior to World War Two. Come, friendly bombs, and fall on SloughIt isn’t … Continue reading

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Night Mail by W.H.Auden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gmq6mFAEqNQ 3 extracts: This is the Night Mail crossing the border,Bringing the cheque and the postal order,Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,The shop at the corner and the girl next door.Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:The gradient’s against … Continue reading

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William Topaz McGonagall

Poet and tragedian of Dundee, has been widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language… A self-educated hand loom weaver from Dundee, he discovered his discordant muse in 1877 and embarked upon a 25 year … Continue reading

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