Just got back from a poetry reading and, in many ways, it was awesome. There was a stand-up comic who was actually funny, a singer songwriter playing guitar, sweet, heartfelt songs, and during the intermission there was a firedancer in the street, people in the flats opposite were coming to their windows, separated by walls, brought together by spectacle. It was a small space, with one unisex toilet stall but in addition, a urinal which was only separated from the common area by a shower curtain, paintings around the bar and back wall of which the comic said “It’s so hard to find an artist who’s both drunk and homeless.”
People seemed to like my stuff O.K., so I had a great time. Saw a few people I hadn’t seen for a while. Met a few new people.
Žiškovšisška, (which either means Žižkov clown, or Žižkov pine cone, I’m not certain which, and I’m not about to wake anybody up to ask and can’t be bothered to look it up) on Bořivojova 67, just up from Lipanska tram stop. Apparently, they do it once a month but have lots of other stuff going on there, too.