Join us for an open mic evening of words, music, and images. Share a piece of your own work or just grace us with your ears and eyes. And in lieu of the impending doom of Valentine's Day, our theme is its antithesis: heartbreak, lost loves, and their certain sour aftertaste. 

The Spinhuis has been so generous to host us again. To get there, go to the bridge on Singel with the Multatali statute (located directly northwest of P.C. Hoofthuis). Look down. We'll be under the bridge. Hope to see you there.

Until then - to stir your shattered hearts to inspiration, here are a couple nuanced and bittersweet poems on lost love:

"Ebb"

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.


"A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention"

by Yehuda Amichai

They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.

They dismantle us
Each from the other
As far as I'm concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.

A pity. We were such a good 
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.

We even flew a little.