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Photos by Adèle Giraud; more here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/adelacorn/sets/72157626483407702/

Photos taken by myself & Maxx Report SpokenWord was a hot, sweaty cave in Paris. Look closely at the first photo and you can see Kyle standing before the door of the bar, about to go in. Patrick, the one … Continue reading →

The bar, Troy Yorke, Marie and Anthony

19h15 12th April Bar Long Island 47 rue Washington Metro George V (line 1) Obviously, I’m looking forward to it as I’ll be reading! 😉 David Barnes Dylan of Poets Live writes: Nicole Peyrafitte is a performance artist born and … Continue reading →

Alberto writes… Spoken Word starts early now, cause we are so many and so wild. As happened before, we open with Lady Marie Claire Calmus, an old school performer who sings french songs twice a month at Culture Rapide. Then … Continue reading →

With SpokenWord at maximum capacity, 3 rounds of poetry/stories/songs/stand up and the Culture Rapide packed out… With the BBC and Lonely Planet writing about us… With Xander and Sophie and Naomi’s books coming out… With the Strangers in Paris anthology … Continue reading →

BBC & Lonely Planet mention of the SpokenWord scene in Paris, with photo of SpokenWord at Culture Rapide. http://www.bbc.com/travel/blog/20110303-the-new-wave-of-parisian-literature

I’ve been working with Kathleen Spivack as my writing coach for 5 years. She’s great, and won the Allen Ginsberg Memorial Poetry Prize last year. Blurb below from Village Voice bookshop’s website. KATHLEEN SPIVACKA History of YearningTuesday, March 15th at … Continue reading →

by Alberto Crowded Spoken Word, we are starting earlier but we always finish at Midnight! Igor Limansky, first time on our stage, opens it: “We are drunk and naked, dancing by the light of non-decision in shoes made perfect by … Continue reading →

Brian reached for fresher air. “We are the monkeys that sharpened our sticks and played with fire.” Troy was his lusty, cop-feeling self. Claine spoke of vanished objects, like your hand holding my hip. Bernard conjured up a ginkgo biloba … Continue reading →