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Poets For Pussy Riot


Poets for Pussy Riot
Wednesday August 29th 2012 - 7pm until late - Free entrance
at the Rich mix arts centre, main space venue
35-47 Bethnal Green Road, London E1 6LA 020 7613 7498
With the news that Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Maria Alyokhina and Yekaterina Samutsevich of the Russian punk collective, Pussy Riot, were sentenced to two years in prison for a wholly necessary and valid political protest, contemporary poets in London will come together in a unique evening of readings, featuring original poetry and text, as well as the words of Pussy Riot themselves. This event is an act of solidarity through the medium of poetry - a celebration of the courage and spirit of fellow writers of this generation, writing for real political change in a country that needs it.

The event will feature over 30 poets, including Tim Atkins, David Berridge, Harry Burke, Becky Cremin, Nia Davies, Amy Evans, Ollie Evans, Irum Fazal, SJ Fowler, Charlotte Geater, Jeff Hilson, Kirsty Irving, Keith Jebb, Antony John, Marek Kazmierski, Robert Kiely, Francesca Lisette, Chris McCabe, Mendoza, Reza Mohammadi, Sandeep Parmar, Claire Potter, Nat Raha, Will Rowe, Connie Scozzaro, Antonia Seroff, Andy Spragg, Jon Stone, Philip Terry, Jack Underwood, MJ Weller, James Wilkes, Jenny Wong and Michael Zand.

Index on Censorship will also have a presence at the event. You can follow their work regarding the Pussy Riot case here.

Modern Poetry in Translation have also provided remarkable translations of the testimonials of the three women who have been sentenced, and the punk prayer song that was performed in Christ the Saviour cathedral in Moscow in February, completely free, thanks to the diligence and endeavour of MPT editor, Sasha Dugdale. I urge you to read the testimonies especially.

Please come along, the event is free and spread the word if you can.

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