SIGN UP CHANGES:

Me and Alberto are trying to make the sign up process fairer to everyone.
We’re abandoning ”first to arrive gets to sign up first” and
we’re abandoning taking names out of the hat.
Sign up will be from 8pm until start of the 2nd round.
The host will take EVERYBODY’s name and your preference for what round
you’d want.
Then just before the start of the 1st round he’ll draw up a list based
on 2 principles:
1. Fairness.
2. Making a good show.
Fairness means if you didn’t get to read last week, or your leaving
forever tomorrow, we’ll give you priority this week. If you got a crappy
spot last week (audience not drunk yet, everyone had left, you had to go
after Troy…) we’ll try to rectify that this week. Generally most people
prefer round 2 but we can’t put everyone in it everyweek. If there is some
bizarre reason why you have to go on at a particular time, let us know.
Please note fairness is a goal that we will strive for but the host will be
(1) human and (2) possibly drinking, so you will have to settle for the
closest to the ideal of fairness that we can get.
Our other principle, ”Making a good show,” means that the host tries to
mix things up, not have all the long prose pieces together or all the songs,
or all the French stuff. Puts some snappy fast slam stuff after a long
prose piece. That kind of thing.

Just before the 2nd round starts the host will draw up a list for the 2nd
round and also should have a pretty good idea for the 3rd by then too,
possibly even a finalised list. Sign up closes.

If there is no way you can be at the Chat Noir between 8pm and the start of
the 2nd round, (because you have a kid, your job keeps you late, etc) let us
know.

1st and 2nd rounds we’re limited by the heat. We can only get through 8,
sometimes 9 people then we need a break. 3rd round can go longer – till
midnight – if the host feels the energy is there and the audience are not
simply remaining out of politeness. (!!) And it’s not too hot.

We think this is gonna be fairer and make for the best show possible. Let us
know what you think. Will you miss the hat?

Cheers all, David

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David Barnes, Bibi Jacob and Fiona Sze-Lorrain reading Tuesday 17th Sept

POETS LIVE opens their 2013/14 reading season
with poets: David Barnes, Bibi Jacob and Fiona Sze-Lorrain

When: Tuesday, September 17
Where: Carr’s Pub,1 rue du Mont Thabor, 75001 Paris
Métro: Tuileries or Concorde
Drinks upstairs at the bar from 7 p.m. Poetry downstairs at 7.30 sharp, please!

David Barnes is a British psychotherapist, teacher, poet and short-story writer who has lived in Paris since 2003. His prose explores relationships and his poetry ranges from love poetry to humour to polemic. He founded and hosts the hugely popular SpokenWord Paris open mic series – see spokenwordparis.org – and The Other Writers’ Group at Shakespeare and Co. He is the Editor of The Bastille magazine and was the Prose Editor of Strangers in Paris: New Writing Inspired by the City of Light. He won Shakespeare & Company’s short story competition Travel in Words in 2006. He has been published in Upstairs at Duroc, Spot Lit Magazine, 34th Parallel, Retort Magazine and elsewhere.

Bibi Jacob studied literature at King’s College, Cambridge and theatre at the Ecole Jacques Lecoq, Paris. Having worked as a diamond messenger, busker, storyteller, tutor and theatre performer, she is now settled in the City of Light as a voice actor. Her writing has appeared in issue.ZERO, The Bastille, Paragram, Belleville Park Pages and on the flashfiction.it website. She regularly performs her work and her Poets Live reading marks the launch of her chapbook, Glittery City.

Fiona Sze-Lorrain writes and translates in English, Chinese and French. Born in Singapore, she grew up in a hybrid of cultures and studied in the UK and the US before obtaining her PhD from Paris IV-Sorbonne. Her first collection of poetry, Water the Moon, appeared in 2010 and her latest collection, My Funeral Gondola, came out this spring. In addition to her four books of translation of contemporary Chinese poets and her prose translations of Hai Zi, she has translated Romanian-born French poet Ghérasim Luca and American poet Mark Strand. She is the co-editor of several anthologies, the co-founder of Cerise Press and a contributing editor to Mãnoa. With Gao Xingjian, she co-authored Silhouette/Shadow: The Cinematic Art of Gao Xingjian. She currently works as an editor at Vif Éditions, Paris. Also a zheng harpist, she has performed worldwide. Her CD, In One Take, was released in 2010. http://www.fionasze.com

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Report from September 2: The Erotic!

Song to listen while reading this: “I’m on fire”. Report by Alberto. Pictures by Sabine Dundure. Click here for the full album.

SW 025_editDangerous dangerous theme, David Barnes chose it but he didn’t show up and left for the cold Sweden leaving a boiling inflammatory Chat Noir’s basement / Inferno’s circle burning at the stake of lust. James Jewell opened the night singing Dildooooo, then switch on a more prosaic: “I saw a cigarette floating like a leaf…”. David Atwoll is back with his new chapbook “Surfacing”, winner of the 2012/2013 Poetry Businness Competition. Devon turned the room on with such lines as “Call me lunatic for your moon”. Ariana singing “I can take you higher, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, I’m on fire”. It was the point of no return. I just remember Bill’s opening line: “I’m gonna fXXX you” and Jennifer’s latter “I’m gonna rock the timber of your mind until you’re dumb and deaf and blind.” I tried to put a couple of little girls on stage, Rachel and Lou, to cool off the atmosphere but as soon as their mother took them away from this den of degenerates, Isabel, proud member of the Drunken Writers Group, brought the temperature to the highest levels and went explicit on a classical and wild “Menage a trois.” Sam and Simon and a drop of Garfunkel too I’d say, singing the final song of the round and Ex-circus strongman David Sirois opened the door and sent everybody to drench their sins either outside or at he bar.22

For God’s sake: part II. Will is looking for a place to stay, let us know if you know, cautiosly he reads a poem called “Don’t worry, I don’t snore.” James Bird: “Let’s baptise the floor”. Hannah’s attempt of an erotic poem. Yann: “an erotic poem written from the point of you of the predator.” Alberto’s re-counting the moles on his/your girlfriend’s body.” Nina didn’t know about the theme and she feels like a virgin, reading her poem recently published on Belleville Park Pages 5. Alex Manthei: “…there is only between, there’s only across.” And then we forgot to lock the door before Troy York found out about theme and jumped on stage with: “I’d really like to fxxx you on a Christmas tree!” and “Loving that handle” (a poem about doors).

Part III

Chuck forced himself not to go into bad porn: “Let me love you here on the floor” (The same floor used by James Bird. And maybe by troy and with the Christmas tree. Gabriele negotiating is poem as erotic (with seven hands and one piano). David Sirois flirting with pigeons and surprisingly dancing! (“I’m a dancing queen” he claims)(I didn’t know this multi-talented man could even dance flamenco).

Devy Lyons:

I’ve never loved like this before

she’s the one I’d give my life for

she was eighteen and I was twenty-one

when I saw her eyes golden in the sun…

Susan is here to sign a contract and celebrate: her novel is going to be published. Details to come. Chloe: “You tell me that you come to realize that you got three brains.” Megan: “The first time we made love was at your parents house.” And Hannah, another one, from Ireland, played the piano on William Shakespeare’s verses. I had to disperde the horny mob with hydrants. Next Mondya the theme is “Gaslighting”. I think you need wikipedia to fully get into it. Good luck! And see you next Monday.

SW 080_editP.S. We found a notebook on Monday, downstairs when everybody was gone. It’s brown, Moleskine, nothing inside can tell the name of its owner. But the first page dates: “Saturday 3rd August.” If you lost it (we know how painful it can be) and you want back your precious writings come back next Monday and hassle me or David.

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Tuesday Sept 10th Three Rooms Press do Dada in Paris

DADA final flyer

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Report from August 26: Indignities! Indignez vouz si vouz plaiz…

Report by Alberto. Pictures by Sabine Dundure. For the full album click here.

5Summer might be over: it’s grey and drizzling and the room downstairs starts to be crowded, warming up for the new season to come. Our Featured Poet is JJ Bola, Kinshasa born, London raised, regular performer at the Tongue Fu, Bang Said The Gun and Chill Pill of London, carrying and selling out his book “Elevate.” Amel is singing Last. Will deals with Indie dentists. David Jaggard ranting against the Squat Toilet (Not a toilet but a target or a porthole to the deeper circle of hell). Melinda takes us back in the 90’s and into her shower. Haniffa’s “To my white lover”. Bill’s indignities and spontaneous circle. Petite Rachelle sings about the battle of Camembert.

SpokenWord 008_editJennifer’s Holliwood credentials. Yann reading from Belleville Park Pages. David Barnes swallowing Alice’s meatcakes, James getting an escalator in London, Alex Manthei “Hold that rainbow breath”, Megan’s Propaganda and Female Anatomy and from the BBC special “Poems to learn by heart”: David Sirois performing Philip Larkin’s famous poem better known as “They fuck you up your mom and dad”. Followed by “Night blooming Jasmine”.

9In round III the top hat decided for Felix “L’adieu”. Rob’s life as a Poet: “It’s all been said by Pound and Proust”. Frances admits: “I’ve just broke up with my boyfriend.” And then I lost my stage sheet. Very complicated to recall names and lines with my foggy and insubordinate, mutinous memory. I will try to do it with images:

Further readings and listenings:

The original version of “This be the verse”, read by Philip Larkin.

David Sirois’ new poetry blog.

See you on Monday. The theme: “The Erotic.”

 

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Report from Aug 12th – Flight

Report by David. Photos by Norma.

Jessica Reidy opened with a strong prose piece about being Romany but disconnected from those roots, living in these days of anti-Romany racism. You can read the whole piece at Narrative Magazine (sign up is free.)
Bill never left the bar but thinks the government is real.
Devon compared you to a comparison.
MacDara read TS Eliot (East Coker, Part V) – “20 years largely wasted trying to learn to use words…”
David Jaggard asked: How terrible was air travel in the Dark Ages?
Drake wore his stupidity like a lighthouse and played Turkish flute between the lines.
Yoshka was healed by poetry.
Jennifer talked about swallows in the hour of arrows.

Drake on a Turkish flute

Drake on a Turkish flute

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Elizabeth Devlin with autoharp

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Jessica responds to those who would tell her to keep her Gypsy mouth shut.

Bernard dazzled with French wordplay in “Moi, ton toi.”
Erika was in the city of Love with no-one to love.
Thundercat (yes, Thundercat) advised “fly like a stone thrown to strike a lover’s window… Don’t fly like a bird! Fly like a bat!”
David Barnes (me!) read old poems about burning your hair and burying your fine things.
Norma slept in the tomb of broken dahlias.

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Will Cox plays chicken, and Chinese Fire Drill

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Anna wants to give her ex’s future lovers a manual

Rob recited Nietsche at 90 miles per hour.
Julian? “Excited by the smell of decay, his eyes jittered.”
Alberto threw a teabag from the 14th floor.
Stephen’s mother warned him once. (Only once, Stephen?)
Evan faded into the glittering owl’s eye.
Bruce shot bullet poetry.

More – yet different – will undoubtedly occur at the next SpokenWord tomorrow August 26th. Theme: indignities. Cheers all, David

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David Sirois launches a blessing out of the catapult of his heart.

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Liz Greenfield : boiling her poem down to 5 words

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Upcoming event Tuesday Sept 10th

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James Waltz’s goodbye

James Waltz, one of the protagonist of our season, left and went back to Kansas City. On his last Monday he read this farewell to Paris that we like to post here:

Waltz.jepg“It is known that Paris is many cities mutually contained. One is the city of reputation, who never doffs her laurels while blithely detesting those who pay them homage. Her proud posture silently reminds you that you have nothing to offer her, but, all the while, she will take everything you have. She thrives on your unworthy love, and, like any lover, she is best recognized by her contradictions: the tyranny of her liberty, the luxury of her revolutionaries, the earthly decadence of her piety, and the flagrant infidelity of her passions. Yet you cannot help but forgive the hollowness of her promises for the beauty of their syntax. Against and yet within, part and parcel, is still another Paris. One that does not issue her dictates from a sacrosanct throne, but with an encompassing and heraclitean fervor. She will not yield to your itineraries or charted courses. Her streets are rivers with endless tributaries unfolding always in kaleidoscopic dance. The vessels of your being do not move forward or backward, only toward the shifting center of her diluvian labyrinth. Geographers and geometers may parameterize her dimensions, historians and astronomers mark her measured time, but explorers who see the immensity of her infinitesimals and hear her unsayable syllables understand the immediacy of the transcendent and the certainty of the unknown. And so they speak like fools or sages, undoing the architecture of every word within a single breath, their madness nympholeptic. And yet, between these two cities, there is another still. In the middle of the pendulum swing of these ravaging loves, your own humble and unrequited, then hers mesmerizing and mystic, there is a brief moment of stillness. It is here you learn to measure her time and space by your own symbols and sensations. The friendships which blossom so quickly and earnestly despite or because of the knowledge of their transience. A single spot in a newly familiar park between the honeysuckles and lavender where you watch children playing forgotten games in undecipherable tongues. The grey-blue haze and smell of warm butter and yeast preempting dawn as you barely manage your way back to your apartment. A lover’s lips, still sweet and cold from eating ice cream, or the cheap wine and cheese that bears the wondrous flavor of a denied delicacy. You know they have always been there, but you’ll swear they were waiting for you. You know many more will possess them, but you will always recognize them as your own. For this is your Paris, the one you will remember with the same sweet melancholy as the irretrievable joys of childhood.”

Thank you James and see you soon.

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Report from July 22: The Launch of The Bastille

Photo-story of the Launch of Spoken Word Official Literary Magazine:

Le mont en lair 1The Bookshop: Le Mont En L’ Air.

a word from the editors.jepgEditors speaking.

the unveilingThe Unveiling.

Readers.

Autographs.

Fashion & Attitude.

Pictures by Sabine Dundure. More pictures of that wonderful summer night here.

To get a copy of THE BASTILLE no.2 click below:

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Dreams Contest winners (& where to get the magazine.)

So if you didn’t make it to the launch party on Monday you may not know who won. I can mercifully end the suspense now.

From the 42 people who entered the contest on 25th June at SpokenWord, we chose 6 entries. These were the ones that for us gave a fresh twist to the theme – Dreams. The winning poems and authors are:

Imane Guermoudi – Later
Evan Knight – Quiet, You Skeptics
David Leo Sirois – Eclipsed
Rethabile Masilo – There is Music
Karin Narita – Mid-Summer’s Night (A Dream)
Jeanne Simonoff – List Poem: I Dreamt of Her

Thanks to all who entered. If you’re in Paris, you can pick up a copy of THE BASTILLE no.2 from the bookshop Le Monte en l’Air from Friday 26th July, or at The Other Writers’ Group 5pm-7pm this Saturday at Shakespeare and Company, or at SpokenWord on Monday 29th July, or it’ll be on the shelves at Shakespeare and Company from Monday 29th July.

Le Monte en l’Air : 71 rue de Ménilontant, métro Ménilmontant. Open 13h-20h everyday. This is the fantastic bookshop where we had the launch.

If you’re outside Paris and want to get copies – watch this space.

Cheers,
David

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