The Live Poets
Society has regular evenings in the Highlander Pub to read poetry.
At most of the readings
there is a selection of three poets and they will normally read two
sets each of around fifteen minutes. All are welcome at any of the readings.
There is currently a donation requested of 4€ for attendance.
Keep your eye on the message board and the events pages for upcoming
events
by
the poets.
Here is a listing of this Society's
activities and and review comments from our readers and the message
board:
Monday January 17 2005 at The Highlander
Poets featured: Joe Ross, Elizabeth Venant, Jonathan Wonham
PFC Review by Burbage
Joe Ross: Joe Ross is an impressively published
American poet and writer.
His poetry was well presented, although at
times he felt that the
presentation benefited from considerable pace. Sometimes I felt he
rattled through the poems a little bit too quickly. However, this presentation
style does produce an interesting effect. His imagery, when he gets
going, is something a little like a rapid slide-show in the mind. My
problem with the pace was that sometimes these slides came out blurred
or back-to-front. Perhaps that was his intention as he apologised in
advance to the weaker anglophones in the audience. It was certainly
an interesting experience. His themes concentrated on popular culture,
social commentary, love, relationships, sex and fantasised sex. All
in all, with your mind jumping around as you follow the images you
can lean back and get lost in the show. Very enjoyable too.
Jonathan Wonham: Jonathan is a geological
English poet.
As
Jonathan pointed out to us, the poetic genres of geology and the
petroleum industry are oft ignored. I'm tempted to say, after his
reading,
that that is possibly as it should be. To be fair though, Jonathan's
poetry used some metaphor from his own experience which is seldom
used otherwise. The ideas of erosion and sedimentation in his poems
worked
to some extent. His poetry was basically a series free-structure
narratives of his own experiences. His themes ranged from his dislike
of smoking
(is he reformed I wonder?) to hopelessness derived from his images
of the world recycling until it all ends up as the type of rock he
studies in his real life. I felt that there should have been more
to Jonathan's poems. For example, one which concerned land birds
which
get lost on oil rigs cried out, in my mind, for something that pointed
to the unnaturalness of a rig that also applies to the men on it:
suspended eighty feet in the air a hundred miles from the nearest
land. Perhaps
he left this to our own imagination, but I felt that his themes and
metaphors were never developed to their fullest extent. On the whole
though, the audience seemed pleased, and they certainly got something
different.
Elizabeth Venant: Elizabeth is an American and Naturalised
French journalist and poet.
Elizabeth has a style all of her own. Her
reading concentrated on
her conversations with people (gang members, parents, lovers) from
the gang dominated neighbourhoods of America. She described the poetry
as giving a voice, seldom heard, to the people that she encountered,
and in many ways, this is precisely what her poetry consisted of. She
used the vernacular of her subjects and the stories that came through
(of necessity, narrative) were tragic, pathetic, sometimes heart-warming.
Without question the content of her reading was interesting and the
emotional response of the audience was considerable. The only question
I have is whether this is poetry, rather than a stylistic journalism.
My view is that it is the latter, since there didn't seem to be any
attempt to develop the poetry beyond the words of the inmates of these
neighbourhoods. In effect, they wrote the poetry without intention
to do so, and Elizabeth reports it. This is not to say it wasn't entertaining
and that it doesn't deserve a place in the Live Poets Society readings.
While poetry can stretch to abstraction that becomes almost meaningless,
there is certainly no reason for it not to stretch towards reality
to the point of being almost reportage. Interestingly, in the second
set, when the poets read a second time, both Ross and Wonhom read poetry
of a similar nature. That of Ross was a better example to me of the
poetic art, since it took something that was completely meaningless
outside its context (football commentators), and placed it in a poetic
frame that allowed a different sense of the words. However, I wondered
whether the appearance of these two poems was a response to Elizabeth's
style? Rivalry amongst poets? They'll have daggers before them before
we know it.
In general though, the evening was full of the sort
of meat we've come to expect from the LPS. There were three very different
styles on show and it is of course a matter of subjective opinion as
to the merits of a particular style. Did you go to this reading? What
did you think? PFC is a right-to-reply forum. Send us your comments,
we'd love to publish them here.
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Monday November 22 2004 at The Highlander
Poets featured: Micheal Lynch, George Vance, Vivienne Vermes
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Monday October 18th 2004
at the Highlander
Poets
featured: John Kliphan, Lisa Pasold, Nina Zivancevic
Comments from our readers:
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I thought it was a great reading.
The Serbian poet, whose name we can neither spell nor pronounce, was
witty and fun, the Canadian poet absorbing and as always, JK gave a
very nice performance. It was one of the most enjoyable readings I've
been to because I liked all of the readers. Often I'll like one or
two, but rarely all three (as you may have noticed in gowaters critique
of the last reading).
In general, John has a talent for bringing different styles together
in one reading so there's something for everyone. I encourage those
of you in Paris to come to one. They happen every month except July
and August.
Tschanz
Another great night out for me...
I wish I'd started going earlier....
I am with Tschanz that this was outstanding
in that I enjoyed everyone equally, if differently... but as Winnie
the Pooh would say Im just
a weak minded bear!
Gowator
20th
September 2004 at the Highlander:
Poets featured: Amy Hollowell, Jennifer
Huxta, Gerald Mangan
I went to the Poetry reading last night
and I must say that I really enjoyed it (as I always do!)
One of the poets, Gerald Mangan, was truly funny and interesting. The
second one, Jennifer Huxta, I really liked because it was a bit more
abstract but still reachable - so to speak. the last one, Amy Holloway
was a bit too far out for me. Still I enjoyed myself with the others
who came along... who will probably go more into detail about the last
poet who made us all giggle like school boys (shame on us!)
Gorsebush Pixie
This was very good fun and not my normal
type of night out.
I have to admit being a bit of a poetry luddite but Gerald Mangan packs
enough punch to pull my luddite ass to see him again.
Jennifer Huxta benefited from me being thouroughly enthralled by Geralds's
oratory and since I was sitting near the front and already awakened by
Gerald I enjoyed her prose immensely.
I must make a mental note to myself. I would have missed enjoying this
perhaps if I had not been in the right mood. Jennifer herself is very
softly spoken and works as a photographer. She came with her own fan
club of 'snappers'... who were considerate enough
to take moody shots on high speed film rather than use a flash. Perhaps
we can get some photo's here? As a reminder the 'silent' shutter on the
Nikon is designed to allow wildlife photo's without disturbing the lioness
and getting the photographer eaten. It is 'whisper quiet' but still louder
than Jennifers delivery....
This really is a shame... because what she had to say was beautiful,
moving and articulate but for those at the back it must have been like
peering at a painting through stained glass. Being fair the Highlander
'step' doesnt make things easy..to high and the delivery is made at the
arch... This is apparently Jennifer's first
reading after returning to Paris so I feel comfortable to predict her
confidence should build and the volume with it.
I have to confess not being educated enough in poetry to enjoy whatever
it was that Amy Holloway did. Someone remarked on Dr. Suess and I found
it distinctly Sesame streetesque in its repetiton and seemingly (to me)
random placement of adjectorial forms of words in long strings.
Amy herself likened it to Picasso (I think).. I am not educated enough
fine arts wise to 'understand' Picasso either so it is probably a good
comparison. In other words Amy's poetry is a little beyond my ability to
understand and way beyond my ability to critique. However it would in
my opinion
only be properly appreciated by poetry officianados...
Back to Gerald who's performance hopped between provokingly emotional
and outragously funny. His choice of readings seemed somewhat dynamically
chosen and I doubt I was the only one trying to hold back tears... Within
a single reading he had me wanting to cry from laughter then embarrassment
over his mothers attic cache of his fathers 'things' (of what we were
only led to believe) and frustration over the death of Fife. The latter
it seemed being provoked as a response to Jennifers elegy of a Pennsylvanian
churchyard over a underground coal fire where she rested her head upon
the lap of Earth ... or at the very least provided a fitting epitaph
for the environmental disaster.
Gowator
I was there as well. I thoroughly
enjoyed it. Gerald was certainly the more entertaining of the three,
however
I thought that Amy and Jennifer provided plenty for us to talk about
afterwards, so they at least made us think. Somehow I thought that
Amy's stuff was intended to be more tongue in cheek, but with an audience
that
seemed to be in a trance, and her deadpan delivery, I wasn't entirely
sure.
Burbage
General Comments on the
Live Poets Society
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wish to add a comment, use the form at the bottom of this page.
I am always interested to hear of
readings in Paris, as I have read there myself. I would, however, recommend
that readers look outside
the ex-pat circle, try to find poets writing in French, try to find
readings of poetry in French and find out what the Parisian writers
are doing and learn from them when and if one can.
Fred Johnston