All great . . .. especially the performance of Sean Bonney and Frances Kruk. If you have not heard of the poetry of Sean Bonney and Frances Kruk then you are missing out. John Wilkinson was also amazing. And Sascha Akhtar takes the word soundings of Mr. James Joyce to a whole new level. And Scott Thurston and a nice performance of a man in a t-shirt who helps run the series.
There are lots of things happening in London with experimental/avant-garde poetics. I met a fine smattering of fine poets and the place was packed and the venue was perfect. Met a fine fellow poet named Rob Holloway. He told it is best for poets to live near old street/brick lane (east London) or South London. Across from the hip pub in east London there is a bookshop. And Rob Holloway told me they sell interesting experimental poetry. That could get me in trouble with my current salary of £700 a month.
But AH > > > > >> > paradise has returned.
Got word that there are at least another two great reading series in London. One run by Sascha Akhtar and another one somewhere near London bridge on the first Thursday of every month called Crossing the Line at The Leather Exchange. Hm . . .
and so . . .. here we go . . . . exactly what I have been missing in South Korea and Poland all these years. I may live, full tilt, once again. And get my rawness back. My play . . . ah the play is the thing that makes me happy . .. . I got a tad serious in Poland especially. Melancholy ruled in Poland.
Think I will also look at my two manuscript collection Resident Alien from my days in North Carolina with the Lucifer Poetics Group. Maybe rework it a bit and send one or both to Salt Publishing.
I gotta get some shit out there . . .
I gotta read some shit out there . . . .
I was floating floating dancing dazzling high as kite on an electric wire last night
openned readings . . .. thank you!!!