I’ve heard about Glasgow’s Poetry Club but never been before now. Tucked away in the SWG3, this captivating multifaceted hangout is a bar, art-hub performance space and general place to happen.
Through the small entrance to the bar we’re greeted by billows of smoke and a welcoming drink. An unusual combination but in the Poetry Club smoking (of the train variety) is absolutely allowed – and I’m instantly charmed by the Flying Scotsman.
Behind the curtain is a world of Oz and open space. It has an anything and everything kind of feel. In one area a small stage offset by sofas to sprawl on – or when the mood and music takes me, a dance floor to show off my moves. And when it all gets too much, I climb the iron staircase to the safety of the mezzanine and enjoy the enchanting feel from the safety of the shadows.
Anything could happen
Even though the hint of the arches that once were is still noticeable, the venue feels very solid. Anything could happen here – and does from private parties to performances, to gigs. Its legendary early beginnings were born out of Glasgow-based artist Jim Lambie’s need for a venue for his event with writer and punk-pioneer Richard Hell. So he built it. And that DIY determination and fun definitely live on inside these walls.
So if you’re looking for an intriguing venue with the added benefit of a unusual smoke machine – look no further. And although the Poetry Club doesn’t offer food, the fish and chip van outside hits the spot when lounging becomes passé and you tire of dancing.