Amazing vibe at the Spoken Word Paris gig last Monday, a Dr Seuss-themed evening hosted by the talented David Barnes. The evening featured great live music (Victor‘s performance was as usual a riot of bilingual Song and Verse), a Dr Seuss poem, a few pieces inspired by the doctor’s rhyme-laden style, some intense audience participation (“Mule!”), and the usual fare of bohemian expats and literary activists. I did my best to steady my shaking hands (the Ricard helped) when reciting After Party, Bukowski’s Boxcar and Roar of the Man 0′ War, and the other talented poets provided some great inspiration for fighting the good fight.
Be sure to check out the report on the Spoken Word Blog for a run-down of the performances, a few snippets of poetry, and some excellent photos (courtesy of Stephanie Hoffman). The Spoken Word Paris team were kind enough to re-post the Boxcar piece and a photo of me pointing at the ceiling. “Exeunt, stomping feet.”
I’m sure the Doctor would approve.
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” ― Dr. Seuss
