Report from Colours by Mercedes

The crowd settled in on red plastic chairs, clutching glasses of blonde. David, in black, donned his top hat and hopped on to the stage. Every color in the acrylic box sprang from the walls of the cabaret... but first, “Ce soir, une nouvelle régle!” Pour les lecteurs, une limite de quatre minutes, et pour les chanteurs, deux chansons! A consolation: you can sign up for another slot in the second half. A creative challenge! Can you fit your thoughts on the evening's theme into 240 seconds or less?
The evening's theme was already bursting from the walls: colors. The brave opener Rufo took the stage and showed us what poetry could be shared in three minutes, 51 seconds. Poems about “the death of a family member, Iowa, and the death of a family member and Iowa” in which he gave thanks for the “surety of colors...” Surely colors abounded in the kaleidoscope of poetry and prose that followed.
Thomas (4 min 00 sec) gave us a visual demonstration of the “cataracts” of all colors that manifest in his “clothes that are skins” (take it off, Thomas!). David (3 min 54 sec) painted a scene in red and black. Denise (4 min 00 sec) gave us blue bottle flies and Memorization Charlie, all in brown. Sarah (2 min 46 sec) cast forth the browns of pennies and the color of bone. Jaco (2 min 57 sec): “Quand je croise la vie, je lui offre un bouquet...” et nous sommes offerts les couleurs des fleurs. This reporter's synesthesia was ignited by the intervening musical offerings. Geno sang a rainbow a capella, I still hear him singing,“bleu, tout est bleu...” Dana threw orange and yellow flames from her accordion while she sang about red anger, blue sorrow, and green jealousy. The duo The Hands plucked a spring time meadow of sound from a banjo and an African cora. And there were many more colors that filled the evening, and many more voices that brought them to us. Merci à tous qui ont fait parti en tantque lecteur ou audience....

Next time - smells/les odeurs

Welcome to France

Current ad campaign in the metro...

Photos from 2nd March

Faster, shorter, better! 4mins or 2 songs

New rule: Only 4 mins reading/speaking time.
Last time too many people went on too long. Even past the old rule of 7 minutes per slot. It's not easy to concentrate for so long on spoken word, especially if it's not your first language. The mind just wanders. So this Monday, to make things snappier and avoid boredom, the rule will be 4 minutes per slot. That's all you get.
I have a timer and a whistle I got from a kids' party and I will be ruthless!
It should actually make your stuff better, having to cut it down to 4 minutes. Cutting out all the fat, leaving a lean, mean text. You can still sign up again later to do another slot, after everyone who wants to do their thing has done it once.
Note: there will be two exceptions to this 4 minute rule: first, for songs. Songs are not as tiring to listen to as spoken word - and in fact they give us a break from the spoken voice, a break we need - so the new rule will be 2 songs, not timed, although if you go on way too long I will blow my whistle to send you off. Second, if someone is being specially featured on the night e.g. to do a play reading or a puppet show (yes we have one lined up for April!) they may be given longer.
But 4 minutes is enough to startle the world with sheer poetic wordful brilliance. Cutting a text down to 4 minutes should make it better. 4 minutes each. Starts 20h30, lundi/Monday 16th March.

Other Writers' Group Youtube video

Filmed and set to music by Suzanne, a long time member who also runs it occasionally.

Rapport de Family écrit par Pauline

Photos: Leemore, Dana, Erika & Betty, Alexa, lots of people & me in the top hat!

« They fuck you up your mum and dad! » were the first words of this "family" SpokenWord. David continued with his new poem, "drink up your cup of arsenic my dear!" Erika read to the rhythm of Poppy’s box, "she’s she and I’m I (…) Gemini, I, I, I" Thomas M. wanted to slaughter his family in front of everybody but didn’t do it, "you have to learn to love yourself because no one else will!" Géno talked about a girl, "elle a des parents pas marrants (…) elle se recoiffe le coeur content, et va fêter ses 17 ans ». Suzanne didn’t know why she waited so long to cut her hair. I played my first song about a certain "blond vénitien" whom I introduced to my parents… Alexa did her new poem, "I’m a middle-aged, middle-class, middle child of an American family". Ellen sung a letter to the piano that she left for her guitar. Dana accidentally sent a box of trash to her parents. Leemore did a beautiful song by the Magnetic Fields. Jacko excused his French as usual, "pleure petit bout, ça fait toujours du bien, au milieu de que dalle de se sentir quelqu’un".
Colin and Erica took the stage as a new band: Softcore Sometimes, and sung about "a boy who loved a girl who looked like his mother"! Erica spent another day with the modern ghosts. Corty did a cover of Britney Spears "Toxic". Christopher had "une orgie en enfer". Saskia taught herself the saxophone. Denise gave us a taste of the next Spoken Word (colours) with "we all live in a yellow submarine, yell it! Yellow!!!" Kevin said he didn’t like kids.
All in all, a pretty pessimistic vision of family but an intense and crazy spoken word night, which ended with a run to the last metro.
Thanks to all others who read or sung! Merci à tous et à la prochaine !
P.S: I took over the report that night as Mr Barnes decided to enjoy the evening as a simple "spectateur". ;-)