The return in recent months is needed here. Also, to give you an impression of this event which naturally poetic almost totally beyond us, we will deliver jumble the memories that come to mind. Of course he would surely say about first and foremost thank you to everyone who participated in last nights Password, because, being a microuvert immediately following the traditional author of the month, are always people in the room who are themselves the evening, not only we, so far away.
The past few months? thunder! First, note particularly that in addition to opening presentation, which also becomes more sophisticated and that we delight more and more, we have more and more authors discover more or less known that they particularly liked a particular passage they read and shared. This gesture is always rich and always will be considered. Note in the sheer number of discoveries by Jacques Breault Jonas, thank you! Genevieve Desrosiers Also worthy of mention. Then the classical poets grated with beats and scratch! Above The future of the poems were a revelation that touched and excited cries and wonders, thank you again! Let then our first poem of silence in sixteen parties. We realized at the time of the hearing (or not hear) that this was the first time in sixteen evenings where we enjoyed a poem of silence, we were surprised to once again be surprised! Again, always helter-skelter, there was this poem to six you can see the photos. The six who were reading his paper each, scattered around the room and walked, wandered, reading aloud in a cacophony of prayer was Creole, and then meet again on stage together and finish the the poem. There was also this man, 84 years old, who lived in an old house that had been encouraged by his son to come and read his texts to our evening. This man touched deeply and directly to anyone reading his poems on the theme of memory, about what it means to live with memories. We shall remember long, and himself, and his sense of silence and valuable at that time was widespread in the audience. Then in line with our encouragement to the presence of poetry other than French, we are always cherished, and we want to recall here that the poet recited in Portuguese on the classical guitar of Joey, simultaneously translated into French by another poet and the sequence immediately Lebanese Arabic texts, hat, cap, hat. still remember the Polish poet, and yet this story in English, to support acts, who made more than a joke. How can we forget Yvon also accompanied by his friend John on electric guitar, first without and then with distortion: fucking Led Zeppelin! ! ! for poetry! Moreover, speaking of the notorious Jean Yvon, it still offers splendid performances with musicians, always serious and electrifying, exhilarating and above all it is free from superficiality this disease in which we saw several other sink. And see this gypsy type on the keyboard to the sound of Yvon point falls in the keyboard with his foot! intense .. what else! Also Brigitte Caron, faithful to itself, we thank for his performances so popular with the public at any time, just every time. Other events that have taken aback, the young man, who goes before, and suddenly begins his poem under it, unpacks a puzzle, adding that he will remove a piece of clothing for each wrong response to the public. However nobody finds the answer and then he completely undressed! He concludes his poem which perfectly justifies its nudism! This happened in November. We thought in December have had our dose of all-nude, here in the first half hour of the evening, a guy gets up from his chair while the microphone is free and just said, 'OK, I'll go read ", and bang ! all of a sudden dry, undressed, stark naked and climbs on stage to read. Two months in a row with naked fear we had in January to see the problem happen again, to see a tradition engage in password, but fortunately (or unfortunately, it depends ....) It n 'and nothing was in at the last evening, everyone kept their clothes! We spoke above of music on texts, we would add that the jams are now unparalleled perfection. Each evening is the surprise of excellence, the coach again, whether our Honourable DJ Living with trumpet and piano with class performance arena! or people sitting in the room with accompanying instruments improvise while remaining seated in their place, really, music and poetry are rarely as good propelled each other. jam side should also be noted that famous and forever memorable text by Jean-Sébastien "I publish in minds "Larouche, piano, trumpet and snare could not be more perfectly tuned, jazzy, improvised yet resolved quarter turn on the text. Believe me, since all these parties that we organize this performance last night came easily in the top 3 most miraculous events we had witnessed. Extremely rarely have we seen so many people be collectively transported by poetry, not one or two people who get excited, but dozens of people screaming at each three words! in a collective frenzy of passion, semi-conscious to attend a demonstration of speech like no other. You know, there was a time when worms rampaging crowds, fantastic hydra passionate enthusiasm that we felt no restraint, and that evening, we eûmes right to be jealous in the past thirty centuries! This performance will forever be a moment of eternity, and even the performer himself seemed shaken to have experienced such a moment, even if he did confess probably not. (We would note here that this is by far the best performance that Larouche been given to us to attend, and it is fun to see what Archie and mood of the evening Password have influence on these poets we see quite often the other, but c is an assumption, in settings far too strict. Another example was Mr. Cholette who gave us a few months ago which was the best performance we have seen him do, and it therefore be said of many, finally ..) In recent months there were also texts on Archie himself as the place and was still moments, thank you especially to Elise. What else ? Armand who arrived at 1:45 in the morning causing a return to the microphone with a new energy of the poets involved. unpublished texts still present and we must thank the authors give us what we must call an honor. The mania for writing and often also on site to read next is always present. add two funny moments for those involved to respect the Triumvirate itself: last night saw Rodney Christmas offer, according to the present, his best performance to date, at 4:30 am, before two spectators and accompanied by two Musicians ! and in December also noted the performance of Carl Bessette (which continues night after night to offer his unpublished tracks with his DJ and musicians) with the use of a memorably theatrical flash and cloud on stage!
Anyway, here we will stop the memories that come pell-mell, it will already be said of this, if you were not just rather see for yourself! Before ending this message let us laugh. At Night Shift, which we appreciate, the Festival of Voice of America This year, two members of the Triumvirate will make an appearance and asked the organizer if they can read a little something, to which it responds: "If there is space yes, but quickly made the list is almost full, "we answer surprised:" Oh yes, already, there are so many people! "No," he said, is that the open-mic is limited to twelve persons " " Oh yes! "We respond in the same spirit some, yes, yes, please understand that after people listen more, the evening would not work, you see, etc.. Etc.. " And after getting this answer, we do not insist, but have had a thought for all of you who attended the evenings Password. Indeed, it is fun to remember in any of the last evening, when it was 18:30, there was that the Triumvirate on site, preparing the evening quietly, and that appears suddenly two guys with one of them particularly agitated, which after five minutes there, let loose, loose more than he can, takes the stage texts in hand, and will read at the microphone, mad to read then there is nobody in the room! That four people present! And this guy has read, kicking the ball at 18:30 (!), Ball that eventually ended at 4.30am! ! ! And never, 6:30 p.m. to 4:30 with people who read, public attention was not contemptuous of poetry. Surprising, yet not so much.
conclude that we had at one time afraid of what could become the evening password, that is to say, drifting into the cabaret show. However, after last nights, we are more assured than ever and happy to see that poetry is still there despite our fears, and it is even more clear that the spirit of the first evening Password has not altered one iota, we hoped that the spirit is still there and has even crystallized, more mature than ever.
A member-organizer of Archie, who lived in the fifties, the upheavals of the sixties, the commitments of the seventies, etc.. had these kind words: "The Archie out the evening's Password. It goes something here, something happens, we do not know what, but we know that something is happening, that's for sure some, like the days of eve of revolution. "
Above all, ultimately, what is the ideal for us is that after a night password, you come out with envy, the desire to write, appetite even more pronounced for the creation, and that's the perfect reward, and the number one reason for our haste to the next evening. Here here, soon.
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