to the coffee machine

To ZeeBee or not to ZB,
not a question for Zanze's coffee,
machine that socks it to Stephenson's
rocket,....slooosh,.whiroosh, koroooch...
..our utterly improbable mechanical
friend might expect us to try again,
having raided the market-place,
and found only tired names.

bruce



let the mechanical friend be an inspiration

Chapter 14-ZANZEBARDS(second Tuesdays-I Ivegate ,Bradford 7pm)

From: thom woodruff
Sent: 10 October 2007 19:18
To: Karl Dallas
Subject: Chapter 14-ZANZEBARDS(second Tuesdays-I Ivegate ,Bradford 7pm)

Stella is Greek and loves living poetry
Taya is Muslim -makes poetry out of menus
Karl is a singer songwriter and poetic improvisor
Bruce is a sound poet and consummate performer
Gloria had her poems stolen-so she must remember
Joe has children's poems and lost love sagas
Opening night a skeleton to hang fresh flesh upon
as customers came with no ideas that poetry was on
They were engaged and clapped and watched as one by
one
each poet proved their right to sway the crowds
who would otherwise have seen their execution
And poetry was validated
like that bus ride in to Bradford
No parking close at hand-when the venue is so central
each went home happier than when they entered
Zanzebard
Now every second Tuesday is a ritual of love
where words and music engage strangers to the arts
and open mike means that anyone can take part
and Bradford gained another space
where they can now celebrate
multilingual,multicultural ,meticulous thoughtforms
on a coffee base...
STILL SMILING Oct 10,2007



PUBLISH YOUR OWN POETRY!RUN YOUR OWN VENUES!
Oct 11-BARNSLEY WRITERS!
12-14-THOM IN SCOTLAND!
17-WINFORD De Beers with Darren Poyzer
18-PRESTON with Darren Poyzer
25 WORD COMMAND Paighton Devon
26-YORKSHIRE MYSTERY GIG
28-BATLEY BORDERS bookstore 2pm

Stand on Sands of Zanzebard

Down at the Zanze on sea and cool cat poets. It was a barmy night and tired of 'big sir' (as she likes now to be called) I drift wood into the old Zanze Cafe where hip op dudes were playing tunes to two young chicks - soon to split, to do body surfing down the Bradford beck's legendary rip tided tubes. The night was hot with the steam of the coffee shop as we hear the gerrs, sissies, wees and pops of Bruce competing with the coffee frothier, Karl dude plays with his MI5 remodeled musus ex machine, Jim the folk peoples' poet sheared thoughts on the war, while Gloria haikus' the menus and I lament as always on the passing of youth and love. The night only to be topped like the Marshmallows on an already 'Why' frothy coffee by Thom the World dude Poet. So cool as to be Ice Tea, so the cool finger clicking night rang no shark bell - even the constant tide of human traffic added to the flow. So you Surfer chicks and dudes who want to check it out, first Tuesday of the month and you know I won't be surfing the interweb, but hanging with the dude poets at the Zanzebard... Hay, Way better then a night in with pipe and slippers, then a night out with same...

OPENING NIGHT

Poetry is a foyer
circle of sentients
who audition every time
the locked door opens
Perceptions are wilde birds
they roost in our mindnests
Karl Dallas improvises
bright and feathered brilliance

A good start

The first ZanzéBards session on Tuesday October 9 got off to a good start (though I was a bit upset when two young ladies got up and left as soon as I decided to kick off the proceedings with a song; everyone wants to be a bloody critic!). This was a pity, since one of them had promised to read her work.
We were a small but quality gathering: Bruce Barnes, Gloria Dallas, me, Joe Ogden, Jim Saville, and Thom the World Poet.
It's a lovely venue, though a bit noisy when the espresso machine gets going.
It attracts a lot of Asian youth, who go upstairs to socialise and smoke their hubble-bubbles. They seemed interested in what was going on, and expressed particular appreciation of Bruce and Thom, both of whom were really on form. Bruce compered.
We meet next on Tuesday November 13. Stella, a Greek lady who serves behind the bar has promised to come and perform some Greek poetry.
The place stays open late, but we left about ten. Probably on future occasions, with more people, we'll keep going longer.