The sign outside the monastery reads:
“Near this spot, karma
first entered the world.”

beside it, a small slot in a wooden box
painted white, with “DONATIONS”
in red letters scrawled across the top.

The cobbled track between the stalls
& shops is both narrow & steep, a maze of
potholes & ruts, karma’s answer to ‘tourist traps’ –
a holy obstacle course for the pressed & dressed
& impeccably plain, coming & going outside
the money exchange, where dogs & beggars
compete with American Express in 15 languages,
& lunch is a handful of flies & stones
next to an old woman working her fan,
frowning over a brazier whose coals are eyes.

When they’ve discovered I’ve been to the edge,
to the village where karma originated,
they’ll want to know what it’s like,
so I’ll tell them: it’s the coldest, darkest place
I’ve ever seen, full of the meanest people
I’ve ever met, grasping for change.
Like all those other places where karma originated.
A memory of footprints, every trace of hand or hair,
at every corner a familiar smell, a fall from grace,
every beggar an answer, meting out an earned revenge.
All places are recognizable in time.

Outside the place where karma originated,
I ask someone if they’ll take my picture as a kind of
souvenir, something to see, evidence I was here, or
there, or anywhere. They hold my camera upside-down
as if to dare the logic from its cage.
No smile. No cheese.
The shutter shudders, the light burns in
& the smallest part of me escapes into the prison
through which we all must pass in order to be free.

By Billy Marshall Stoneking




Check out The Bowery Poetry Club & Cafe, known for being one of the last vestiges of the fabled East Village arts scene, joined up with the TapIt Network this week. Although all their spirited poetry, jazz and cinema events typically take place at night, the daytime cafe is always a lively place to stop in for a refill on some great tasting tap water.

Also The  Nuyorican Poets Cafe236 E 3rd Street, between Avenues B and C

Nuyorican-Poets-Cafe-East-Village-graffiti-NYC-New-York-Untapped-Cities-Lara-ElmayanIf you love slam poetry and live in New York, you’ve been to the Nuyorican, one of the last remaining places dedicated to poetry in Manhattan. Even if you don’t, give the Nuyorican a try anyway. Their team of in-house poets is the most inspiring, thoughtful, witty, even hilarious one in the city. And you will get hyped up to hear them–the venue’s hosts are usually nothing short of fabulous, and get the audience dancing between sets. Readings are frequently presided over by DJs with preferences for old school hip hop. When visiting, keep in mind that the word “cafe” is a bit of an exaggeration–there’s a bar you have to fight to get to, and some very closely-packed seating facing the stage.


When in London, it’s  The Poetry Cafe – a friendly cafe/bar/restaurant with live poetry performances. Quaff coffee in the company of artists, lyricists, poets and performers as the delicate strains of sonnets and similes, quatrains and couplets, ballads and blank verses float through the air. Hidden away on an unassuming Covent Garden side street, this cosy hideaway offers customers a gentle introduction to poetry combined with a tasty, warming afternoon tea. Toast, cakes and a selection of leaf and herbal infusions can be munched on in a delightful atmosphere of unassuming creativity. Managed by the Poetry Society, this cafe/bar/restaurant also doubles up as a performance space with a varied programme that includes the odd floor-spot – so if you’re feeling inspired by your cup of Darjeeling to pen an ode to ‘Tea’ this is the place to recite it. On Saturday evenings they hold a regular event in the Cellar highlighting the best in poetry and performance so why not follow-up afternoon tea with some of their excellent vegetarian food and then an hour or so discovering the best new and existing talent on the scene. A warm and welcoming, funky and friendly environment this isn’t one of those exclusive, high-brow joints. You don’t need to be a poet or even a liker of poetry to appreciate its charm – come and read the paper, contemplate life or simply sit back and sup – but here’s betting you’ll be writing sonnets before the teapot’s dry.

Best for:
Cosy hideaway, poetry, papers and performances, tea and toast.

About stonekingseminars

Poet, screenwriter, producer, mentor
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