An Evening of Alchemy

I just got home from my once a month poetry reading at the Napa Bar near Malostranska Namesti, Alchemy, and it was a pretty good evening.

Ken Nash, as is often the case, stole the show with his latest piece “You and Your Knobby Knees,” a rather strange little love song.

The featured performer, Tereza Tomek, was also pretty good, with songs like “You Can’t Take Your Own Beer on the Plane Blues,” and she was accompanied by a guy on an Irish Harp, an instrument I have never seen before.  It was smaller than the harps you see in the orchestras, and he plucked it, it was kind of high pitched, sounded a bit like a ukelele to me.  It was cool.

That’s the thing about these things.  The poetry is always a mix of good and bad, a couple of pieces which are interesting, maybe even inspirational, mixed in with the ones that by the time they end I’ve totally forgotten how they began.  But there’s usually at least one thing that’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before, and that was the Irish Harp.

Then I took a walk down to Kampa Island even though it was nasty, drizzly raining, smoked a wee joint and came home to write this.