Open Mic Tomorrow After Yonks
Will have another Open Mic tomorrow in the warehouse behind Park Street Mews. It’s where they had Artwalk and the Colombo Art Biennale. This is after literally months because I’m lazy and terrified of real-world activity. St. Fallen, however, has gotten me off my ass and the Park Street people have been kind enough to proffer the space. Inshallah, we could continue it there. That is becoming a happening part of town (relatively, much to do of course). The warehouse is literally a warehouse with a plug point. I’ll have to sweep the cigarette butts out and everyone will have to sit on paduru but should be OK.
If you’re unfamiliar or perhaps one of the people born in the interminable lull since the last Open Mic, it’s a space for people to share poetry, music, babble, whatever. This enourages free speech and things I suppose, but moreso it’s just fun. There are a lot of talented people abouts and one rarely gets an opportunity to hear or be heard.
I apologize for the short notice but I am what I am and it is what it is. This’ll be at 8 o’clock. You can come and listen but do share something if you have. Last time people actually just got up and spoke about how they felt on the end of war and stuff and it was very interesting. Any language or perspective is fine. Barring that, I suppose St. Fallen and Halik and I have enough dross to borderline entertain.
The Facebook Event is here. I’m lazy and socially anxious so perhaps Mr. Fallen can admin these things from now on. I haven’t written anything creative in ages so will think of something new.
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