2010 is dead.

Long live 2011!
& the first SpokenWord of 2011...

Monday/lundi 10 janvier de 21h à minuit
au Cabaret Populaire/Culture Rapide
103 rue Julien Lacroix
75020 Paris

Alberto's Report from the final SpokenWord of 2010:

The last spoken word of 2010, with David Barnes stuck in the snow for 10 hours on the Eurostar,

Alberto back under the top hat, a very cosmopolitan intimate night (chinese poems and german rap and Victor Hugo’s ghost) and two very severe, strict, german, poetically rhyming judges named

Klara and Nora. Some highlights:

I, you are solid

When I press my fingers against your skin,

they don’t slip through like water and

though your thoughts may float apart

like less substantial matter your figure

remains whole and composed.


It is here, brother,

in a drowsy ray beam sea

weeping for forever,

the ancient death in me.

William Clark

The world needs limits.

The world needs nipples.


There is no mercy in a live wire

No rest at all in freedom

Of the choices we are given

It’s no choice at all

The proof is in the fire

You touch before it moves away

You must always know how

Long to stay

and when to go

From Let him fly by Patty Griffin sang by Mandoline just before fainting.

Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love

The love, the love?

Black Eyed Peas & Emilie & Melissa

Krimoun rapped in german so I couldn’t precisely get the words,

but on his myspace you can read some english versions…


And I have a wedding ode to fix before wednesday


Ode to eternal love

Love, every day, every year, every decade

down hill up hill,

like two cyclists, like two mountaineers

climbing up each other,

with bed sores on the heart, blisters on the lips

and a jellifish sting for the eternal cheek to cheek….

Hurrah for the Bride and Groom, Merry Christmas and a happy new year!


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