It’s Monday morning, ths sun is shining, Spring is in the air, and we are happily basking in the glow of last night’s Yes We Cant. A Yes We Cant held in an actual physical space! We’ve been wanting to move back to that format – while additionally retaining the online element so we don’t abandon those people who’ve stayed with us over our years on Zoom – for a year or more, but finding the right venue proved to be trickier than we’d hoped or expected. We do have quite a list of requirements, in fairness: available on a Sunday evening, free, accessible, good transport links, plenty of parking, decent internet connection for starters – and the Venn diagram intersection of all those factors in the Wolverhampton area turned out to be vanishingly small.
So we were delighted when the Great Western – a legendary real ale pub just a stone’s throw from Wolverhampton’s train, bus, and tram stations – said yes, they’d give this poetry lark a whirl. We rocked up last night, giving ourselves plenty of time to work out how best to set up within the space available, plug the PA in, and check that the Zoom link worked. Reader, it did. Yes We Cant was up and running.
Those of you who follow what we do will know that at Yes We Cant we normally have a headline poet, an ‘Alf Ender (poet with a new book out), and ten open mic poets. Seeing as we were testing the waters here, and finding out how the Great Wester/Zoom/PPP interface performed, we made the decision to keep this first event an open mic, pure and simple. Our huge thanks to everyone who came along, whether as audience or performer, in the flesh or on Zoom. It was great to see faces we’ve not seen in years, too. We. Had. A. Blast.
We plan to be back at the Great Western in May (presuming they’ll have us) when we’ll be returning to our traditional format. Keep your eyes peeled for more information about that. And for those of you interested in the tech side of how we pulled together a rudimentary hybrid event, it involved a Zoom account and two laptops (one to film the performers, the other so Emma could chat with folk online and ensure they felt part of the evening). And Steve stood in as MC while Dave rebuilds his back. While this doesn’t give us the facility to share work from online attendees (and we hope to work towards that) it’s a simple first step. If you run an event, and you’d like to chat to us about this in detail, drop us a line – we’re happy to share what little we know. Putting on events isn’t a competition, after all.
Finally, a quick word about food. The Great Western does incredible cheese and onion cobs, the size of small houses. While these aren’t yet an essential part of a poetry evening, we think they probably should be. If you tried one last night, you’ll know.








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7th April 2025