Some notes from 21st February

Brian reached for fresher air. "We are the monkeys that sharpened our sticks and played with fire." Troy was his lusty, cop-feeling self. Claine spoke of vanished objects, like your hand holding my hip. Bernard conjured up a ginkgo biloba and snow in St Ouen. Guillermo was howling at hipsters. Ryan van Winkle is a bitter cranberry, turning like a lawyer against you. OCA manifested themselves. For Alberto, the Audience Isn't Right. Don't let them change you! Ben, Bjorn, Brian and company demonstrated subtextual healing. Julianne brought all the words she never wrote, with small and careless hands. Suzanne: So many Mondays stacked together and torn in half.

Get there early tonight if you want a seat! Poetry is getting popular, again.



Writers Get Violent

A message from Alberto...

Welcome to Writers Get Violent! Welcome to the first fight club for bohemians. Struggling writers of Paris, sick of mutual readings, snobby criticism, sappy feedbacks in writing workshops, decide to fight. A literary event our good old granpa Hemingway would have liked. Come down and hear some REAL beat poetry.

Here is the program:

First of all the weight. As tradition wants, every boxer will be weighted (almost naked). A Press Conference. A brief reading, a violent critic by the opponent, and when the words doesn’t matter anymore, the fight. First time ever on a ring:

Chris Newens (ENG) vs Peter Brown (AUS)

Jess Granatt (ENG) vs Georgina Emerson (USA)

Kirsten Forster (ENG) vs Beth Peacock Jervis (CAN)

Host: Alberto Rigettini Referee: Troy Yorke

The jury will be composed by literary authorities of the underground Parisian Scene.

Three Rounds. Violence. National Anthems. Illegal bettings.

Thursday March 3rd 9pm

At: Chat Noir, 76 Rue Jean Pierre Timbaud 75011 Paris. Metro: Parmentier, Couronnes Suggested betting 5 Euro.

Monday February 28 Press Conference at Spoken Word.

Claire Trevien's Poetry Lock-In 12th Feb

To be taken seriously as a writer, it’s important to have sleeping problems: follow the steps of Franz Kafka, Sylvia Plath, William Wordsworth and Walt Whitman in this all-night poetry lock-in. If you're stuck for inspiration, need to write an emergency Valentine's Day poem, or just fancy an excuse to stay up all night writing some poetry, then this event is for you.

Come and join us as we attempt to write through the night, starting just before midnight and ending as the sun rises. There will be coffee and tea a-plenty, plus some suitably witty beverages. There will be prompts and challenges to pace us through the night; we will inspire ourselves from some choice examples of poetry. Before the sun rises, we will take to the streets with our notebooks and pens.

Places are limited and to cover the cost of food, drinks, and material we ask for a small contribution. Tickets can be purchased here:

Please bring: a notepad and pen, your favourite poetry collection, and the energy to last the night.

Report from the last day of January of this year of Our Lord 2011

Spoken Word 31 January 2011

January’s gone but the cold remains, wolves and foxes gathered at Culture Rapide where “il faut (pas) se méfier des mots….” From the list tonight: Dylan, Benjamin, Ariel: “I want to be an artist forever without thinking about the consequences….” Romantic Troy Yorke, Moe, Claire, Corneliu states that for him stand up comedy is very similar to sex (why do you stay there staring at me without doing anything?)

Part II: Leander, Claire, Miss Peacock:

“When the time of the wenting come to an end the earth taken out,

the green sown back in, the prince lays there in rest,

and forget-me-nots sprouted unforgivingly over him.”

Bastien Loriou:

“Et je crois qu‘éternellement, je courrai ce pâturage.

Il ne suffit pas d’en être amant pour qu’une femme vous offre son visage.

Il demeure cette distance, qu’aimer en retour seul peut enjamber

Cette infime distance entre soi et l’autre, d’un doigt librement déplié.

Et de cette distance elle me demeure, précisément, la moitié.”

Bubu, Hard-Core Troy Yorke, Alberto.

Chris (from the) Newens who set up an old school tragedy with a proper four blokes g(r)eek chorus:


Sing, oh muse

Of Mighty Odysseus, wanderer of many Oceans

To Ittica, returning to Penelope besieged

Of Heroic Theseus, Prince of Athens

Vanquisher of the Minotaur, who claimed Ariane as his own.

Sing, oh muse,

of Arthur Sneddon, a touch socially awkward but basically alright bloke

whose attempt to win Jane Kemp with a two for one dinner at Pizza Express,

was never likely to go to plan.”

Roy, Dalea, editor of Core, reading her first poem and presenting Volume X Issue I,

Tyler and Ariel, who’s going back in the USA after a few months of great poetry performances

on our stage. Our stage is still open to everyone, every monday night. See you there.