I Love the Poetry Brothel's events! Here I am at their annual Masquerade Ball on Sunday past (26 October) (The music, from the wonderful Hot Club of Flatbush was recorded live at the event)
In two weeks they will be bringing their delightful mix of music, burlesque and poetry to Paris where I hope ALL my Parisian friends will make a point of dropping in. It’s free admission but you will need to book in advance (here) to ensure a spot!
Your hosts are seen here: Tennessee Pink (Nicholas) and The Madam (Stephanie)
They just got a great write-up in The Guardian which you can read here:
Poetry Brothel puts the bawd in bard
A party where you pay to have verse read to you in a bordello-style setting is packing in the punters. Are poetry and sex work really comparable?
I am in the back room of the Backroom cocktail bar in New York, reclining on a fur-covered day bed. Next to me is a woman. She wears a leather corset and harem pants, like a gypsy girl from a fairytale. She is barefoot. In the dim candlelight, she asks what I’m in the mood for – something sexy? Something dark? I tell her what will please me, and she reads me a poem. (more here!)
Of course, Walt Whitman has had the pleasure of performing there – so, if you go, be sure and tell “Tennessee” or “The Madam” that Walt sent you!