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May 16 in Bloomsbury: A Major Night for Young British Poets!

A message from Martin Penny, of Oxfam:

We would be pleased if you could join us on Wednesday May 16th 7-10 pm, for a celebration of the launch of Lung Jazz, an anthology of young British poets, from Cinnamon and Eyewear presses. All proceeds from the sales go directly to Oxfam. Admission is free and refreshments will be provided.

The  Lung Jazz Celebration will be at Goodenough College, London, in Bloomsbury, The Churchill Room.

Some of Britain's best young poets reading one poem each in support of the anthology:


FIRST HALF 7 PM

Agnieszka Studzinska
Alex Macdonald
Alice Willington
Alistair Noon
Anna Johnson
Ben Parker
Chris Mccabe

Todd Von Joel 
Declan Ryan
Eileen Pun

Emily Berry
Evan Jones
Helen Mort
Holly Hopkins

Jacob Sam-La Rose


INTERVAL


SECOND HALF 8.30 PM
James Byrne
Jane Yeh
Jon Stone
Kate Potts
Kathryn Simmonds

Laura Bottomley
Lorraine Mariner
Liz Berry
Neil Gregory

Richard Lambert
Sandeep Parmar
Siddhartha Bose
Stefan Mohamed
Tiffany A. Tondut

Clare Pollard

Location:

London House
Goodenough College
Mecklenburgh Square
Bloomsbury
London, WC1N 2AB

For map see: http://www.londonhouse.org.uk/location/

Comments

Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

I hope that it's a huge success and raises a lot of money for Oxfam - a cause that Rusty and I already contribute to.

Best wishes from Simon
Matthew said…
TODAY'S EVENT ON P&M : http://www.pieandmashmag.com/2012/05/16-may-jazzy-lungs.html

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