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I read at Spoken Word, Paris last night, and went down rather well. This was mostly because the audience had been excited beforehand by a number of excellent acts, including Sophia Lucia’s original and witty musicianship (particularly her lyrical line), and Rufo Quintavalle’s strong poetry and even stronger presence on stage (corrupt press has published him).

Spoken Word has, apparently, being active for rather a long time. Last night was announced as the 6000th event, probably. It’s certainly got a long tradition. It’s held au Chat Noir, a name that has been artistically significant in Paris for more than a century.

It’s on every Monday evening, so far as I know. It’s in both English and French (I read in both languages). Ok, so I’m slightly biased, but if you’re in Paris, go there.