Tag Archives: Spoken Word Paris

Conrad’s last night… Kayla read a “real short poem I wrote when I was 17″… Brett had fierce September hair, stood in the fireplace of classical guitars… Jen read from Candide, about a Paris all too recognisable… Yara was herself … Continue reading →

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 →

There were no flies on Frank. Pulled out of Nation just after 9 as I read The Tay Bridge Disaster, by the poet “widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language,” William Topaz McGonagall. (Topaz????) … Continue reading →

Biggest night we’ve done yet! Diane Rebelle sent us off with se perdre… se trouver. Gieno had the packed room laughing with a poème by Paul Foct(?). Robert Teetsov sang his songs about love see http://www.myspace.com/bobteetsov Miranda told us a … Continue reading →

How’s that for atmosphere – The Highlander, a dark and dungeon-like Scottish pub with a stage at one end and pistols, pikes and swords on the walls. Maxx began, oddly, with Terminus/Closure. Heidi and Travis did a cycle of her … Continue reading →

Opened with Mask of Anarchy (Shelley, natch) and John Cooper Clarke’s Teenage Werewolf, both read by me. Maxime read his own work – powerful and moving, very heartfelt (‘A love that moves mountains’ + ‘Broken mirror’). His book is sold … Continue reading →

Slightly strange night, I thought. Took a while to settle down and get going. Although the songs at the start were a good way to kick off – 3 arrangements of Liam’s songs including Winter Frozen. Later Alixandra and Stefanie … Continue reading →

Back for a night of sex & love after the cold and dismal summer. Captain Bob chased a moorhen through his boat with a meat cleaver, naked as the way God made him and trying out all his Kung-Fu moves. … Continue reading →