I was given an invitation to an exhibition of 'found art' by one of the poets, who also produces artwork based on photos that have been left in the slots of photo booths. Also I heard about another open mike poetry event, at The Fox in Leamington Spa, so I'll start going to that.
One of the poets is from Wisconsin. He read a poem about a gold watch his great-grandfather brought to America from Coventry in the 19th century. The man sitting next to me - Jack, aged 75 - worked as a young man in the factory that made the watch. Nice coincidence.