Tag Archives: Charles Baudelaire

A North London Love Song

  i sought shelter here as a poor poet once a wealthy nook where hipster youth are stuck in ghettos beneath a posh veneer we had rowdy parties with live music and red wine drunkenness still visible on our faces several … Continue reading

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No Exit

You know how in the previous post I said I’ve been through a crisis induced by seeing a Beckett play live? I never really got out of it and that is why my blogging has been so scarce, as has … Continue reading

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Playtime and Poetry Getting Lost in Translation

Yesterday evening I did a 15-minute reading at Apartment 58’s open mic night #PLAYTIME, and it was my scariest performance ever. I mean I was scared, there was nothing threatening about my performance. I was on really early and didn’t … Continue reading

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