Poets Express: A Bar, and Bawdy Bards, Outside Bantry!
As expected, Poets Express was a success, but with a different crowd than anticipated.
Being held in a bar, maybe it is to be expected that a certain amount of indifference may be shown, but all the same it went very well.
The highlight perhaps was the acoustic room: where everyone who was there was there for the poetry, for the music, for the art.
The evening kicked off watching Germany pulverise poor Argentina, in a result that was 4-0, boding well for all things German that night!
The sound of the vuvuzelas is every bit as bad at ten yards as it is on the television!
The evening started off with Andy N, performance poet from Manchester running the proceedings. With him as part of his act was Jeff Woodruff.
We had, among the hard chaws, a guest, in the form of an Israeli woman whose work blew me away to be straight.
On my right, was a local woman who wrote in rhyme, and thought her poetry was nothing because of it. She was so wrong, it is so much in the peasant poet tradition of Ireland, and a style that is struggling for air in the current anything goes climate of verse writings.
Three challenges was set: a title given, a first line given, and a picture given, and a verse had to be written on all three.