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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 →

les thèmes pour SpokenWord mai-juin 2010 3 May Used… utilisé 10 May Magic… la magie17 May Translation… traduction24 May Doctors… les médecins31 May Maps… les cartes géographiques 7 June Revolution14 June Time travel… voyager dans le temps21 June CANCELLED/annulé (This … Continue reading →

SPOKEN WORD REPORT BOUNDARIES by Alberto. Marty opened Spoken Word reading Décolleté / Décolletage by Régis Jauffret Sex has never been very important to my wife…The nights when we are alone, we play chess. Our minds aren’t refined enough to … Continue reading →

Photos: Dylan, BruceJohn Abrahams, immigrant from Shakespeare & Company knows there’s no trace of space in this city. Paul dedicated his poems to the 95% of lawyers who are zeros, ”bastions of mindlesness.” Each one has their own tragedy. Michele … Continue reading →

Spoken Word Paris, March 29, the theme is Needs / Les Besoins.Many poems and songs in the house,like: TELL ME, HILLARYby Jean-Philippe Lazare Tell me, Hillary, do you really need me? (Oui, Jean-Philippe, j’ai besoin de toi !) Then why … Continue reading →

Many questions were answered. Alberto lectured on Aristotlean ethics, or “rules for relations between the sexes according ot interstellar compatibility.” Antonia interrogated the moon (see poem posted below.) Megan measured the Biblical workings of plain molecules. Dylan drowsed the dawn … Continue reading →

“Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise” is written by Whitman (George) on the wall of the Shakespeare & Co. The theme was not “These guys” as someone thought, was “Disguise” indeed.Was not about Dylan, was … Continue reading →

Being a story reconstructed from the smashed poetic fragments found littered around the bar of the Cabaret Populaire as the Last Poets took the Last Metro. A poetic vase, if you will, painstakingly rebuilt from broken china. A mosaic in … Continue reading →

Valentine’s Day hangover/guele de bois de St Valentin Betty opened with a beautiful song. Indie, 5 years old, with another beautiful song: “Il y a un chat”. Dylan’s father was an UFO. Robert went shopping for sour peaches and gave … Continue reading →

by David Marie Clare a dans la vitrine de tes yeux. Gus began as a fake. He wanted to be liked but couldn’t stand people. He turned into his worst nightmare – the singalong shyster, the best karaoke man in … Continue reading →