SpokenWord Paris

That’s what they call october in Paris and that’s Paris Spoken Word’s october.

Many guests and premieres, Marie Claire Calmus, promoting her french vaudeville show, Dylan presenting his new book:

http://dylanharris.org/and/product/smoke.shtml

Katya and Franki launching Mademoiselle London in Paris

http://www.mademoisellelondon.fr/

Here you have an excerpt:

(and here you can see some original sketches and portraits of spokenworders)

“You know that book you wrote about Paris? Well I’m here now and it’s nothing like you said it was

……Hemingway says

You have been given the gift of mystery my dear

You are a woman without reference

Anonymous in this pretty city

So be whatever you want to be

You can be a teenage 40 year old divorced lesbian vegetarian cannibal Jewish communist Icelandic samurai love child of the Pope

Paris is your maternity ward and you have just been born……..”

(and here you can see some original sketches and portraits of spokenworders)

Two videos by Suzanne Allen,

one is available on our facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Spoken-Word-in-Paris/165517768215

Then Kelda, Troy, Bruce and Heather, Alberto, Angel singing flamenco.

Emily, The Maxx, Troy, Anaìs and Damien, Tyler,

Leander presenting his new song,

David Barnes relaunching the vintage sexual education from the fifties…

Should your husband suggest congress then agree humbly all the while being mindful that a man’s satisfaction is more important than a woman’s. When he reaches his moment of fulfilment a small moan from yourself is encouraging to him and quite sufficient to indicate any enjoyment that you may have had.

Sterling Hudson featuring his grandma,

Ed listing 10 ways for draguering your french teacher,

Kelda singing Suzanne for Suzanne:

“And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.”

Midnight dot twenty, we have to close.

The neverending question echoed one more time after Michele’s last act:

“Why the plastic belly dancer is worried about my future?”

Hi all,

Just got news that the Cabaret Pop will be closed Monday for Toussaints and so there will be no SpokenWord that day. 😦 Next SpokenWord will be 8th November.

Apologies for late notice, the Cabaret Pop only just informed me.

If you’re looking for something to do, Shakespeare & Co – the bookshop that never sleeps – have a reading that night link

David

Photos: Jonathan, Laura Mullen, Various Members of the Public…
Dylan Harris’ tally was 2 U-boats and a minky, in a slippery light. Jonathan worked on a whole host of issues. Strange, fragmentary poems. Lily saw blindness, ratification, killing killing killing. Jen Dick sent out spies to every corner of the globe. Alberto reported the death of a slammer. Izzy, a South African poet stranded in Paris, woke up on Redemption Street. Laura Mullen reported on how the war is affecting the Oscars ceremony, and Various Sore Subjects. Flo was ni l’un ni l’autre. Probably still is. Jérémie a parlé à la lune, la voie lactée. La nuit c’est autre chose, un théatre magique… Maxx is generally more worried than married. Suzanne dropped stars into the skillet, they spattered and hopped… Don’t call Bibu maladroit. And Michélé saw inedible traffic lights. Time for his breakfast on the transatlantic wheel.

Lovely Spokenworders got together for this mid-October’s episode, as usual in Belleville.

Marie Claire Calmus was in the house, Dylan Harris, in the house, the house is Culture Rapide Cabaret Populaire, Eric De Jesus, visiting from Philadelphia was in the house too.

Check out his myspace:

http://www.myspace.com/ericdejesusisspokenword

Bounch of poets.

Even the bartender was performing his verses:

“Elle fait l’eour de l’horloge

Veut à tout prix prendre le large

S’aidant de quelques arpèges

Pour oser tournee la page.”

Gègé

Troy was there:

“Punching you on the face is fulfilling.”

Troy Yorke

And Caesar, Alexa, Miss Peacock, Nicolas, Magalì,

and me.

The psichedelic brainwasher Michele, Chris to the Newens, and Benjamin,

Bibù, Natascha from Russia, and Tyler:

“The debris of our collision seems to have been tidied.

Heat and noise have come to occupy your place.

Deceived again by my dreams, I surrender myself back to sleep.

It is there, after all, that you seem to exist.”

Tyler Magger

The Maxx, and to close the night, Suzanne.

She’s one of the Spoken Word’s favorites. We gonna miss her.

See you soon.

Or to use Alexa’s word:

“She brings out the best in me

We like ze wine and ze chat ah oui oui oui!!!

she’ll always be true blue to me

Cuz she’s a solid gold girl, a California Girl like me.

….

She’s a California sunset in Paris…

a star in the noontime sky

a taco full of laughter in a coffee shop in Amsterdam

a short ride on a long rollercoaster at midnight

Forever Bopping on

Hopping on the metro to the next dream…

See you soon Golden girl.”

– Alexa Rutherford dedicated to Suzanne Allen.

First a couple of photos of the audience:

Zinovy Vayman filled up his 5 minutes with haikus…

It’s me! It’s me!

Knowing it’s him, she hangs up.

My life has a superb cast

but I just can’t figure out the plot.

The autumn mosquito

Ready for death

Stings me.

I read part of Ginsberg’s Kaddish about the death of his crazy mother. John Citizen, over here on loan from Tall Lighthouse in London, knows the gloves are off in Glasgow. Undaunted, he read from the Library of Love. Check him out & listen to the poem here.

Caesar performed Talk Jamaican For Us and exhorts you to try to erase these lines, render yourselves untouchable and unique…

Sally had a double word score; they should’ve known. Hapi was salt and water. Troy found a groove along the wink of time, barely breathing back the universe. Bruce’s flight was cancelled; he was going nowhere, his ticket all burned up. Time for a taking of babies’ breath. Michélé had a blue light cat & the ghost of Allen Ginsberg. Alberto’s dick was digging his heart’s grave.

Kelly’s act was criminal. Chris and Ben were Person A and Person B, discussing the difficulties of having no theme. Then the chickens came home to Proust.

Ed argued that for water to have direction it needs a frame; are poets any different? Wet, in a puddle, going nowhere… Yet concluded that I can’t take away the frames just by not announcing a theme.

For Beth, Jesus is just a fat guy who never takes the helm. Amy married a monster from outer space. And Robert, poet laureate of outer space, spotted Bigfoot in Paris.

Noah navigates by vanity, a reflection of the misbegotten, a view from the wrong side of the blanket. James (pictured) recalls boyhood…
Tim specializes in poetry with eyebrows, angles and glances:
…while Kate knows that only 6 minutes of normal time remain. Then it gets weird.
Amy Dalton: online, on edge:
Other highlights included: Dylan’s unsung contraptions & night spiders. Where’s the blind watchmaker now? Mandoline: everyone love-hates a winter clown. They’ve coined the chemistry of love. Chris: Letters to a Young Poet (Rilke) Alberto: rolling and clanging under the bridges of Paris, a story of 2 who jumped off the bridge and onto a bateau mouch. Troy: last stop on the cuckoo car. Maxx: There is no ‘If’ (Robert Smith)

During the break…
Outside, street view…
Separated at birth?

http://poets-live.com/Poets_Live/Poets_Live.html