Valentino Assenza, a man with fire in his belly and a powerful presence you can't help but notice; Krystle Mullin, full of piss, fire and impressive metaphor dropkicks; Dave Silverberg, known for odes to egg nog, journalistic war cries, and kick-ass haikus that'll spin your cerebrals; Kevin Fortnum, the "Lou Reed of the Toronto poetry scene," said someone sometime; Amanda Hiebert, a talented writer and actor who's a veteran of the Toronto slam scene; and That Brown Bastard, a poet who doesn't play by your rules, yeah, what you gonna do about it?
Influences
Leonard Cohen, Mos Def, Mitch Hedberg, Taylor Mali, Shane Koyczan, Jack Johnson, Janis Joplin, Charles Bukowski, Rives, the Toronto spoken word scene, Canada, Middle-Earth, YOU
We’re not your typical poets. Last Call Poets, a new spoken word collective from Toronto, can best be described as beer-soaked brash poignant troubadours. Coming from all corners of the city, Last Call Poets bring myriad perspectives and styles into one group, making their poetic performance unlike anything Canada has seen before.
Last Call Poets are: Valentino Assenza, Kevin Fortnum, Amanda Hiebert, Krystle Mullin, Dave Silverberg and That Brown Bastard.
Special Thanks go out to Cynthia Gould from ihaveasecret.com for filming and posting the footage. She also designed our CD Insert. Amazing!
just stopping by to see if you're interested in our project....
We've started a collaborative radio station - and we're looking for people to contribute to our output....have a look, have a listen and join up if you'd like to join in!!!
Admission: Pay What You Can Our mission is to bring together positive change with the help of the emerging arts community and in doing so we are trying to raise money to represent our cause.
you, your grace wanders each subtle life-note each word each gentle phrase in rise and fall as morning song windows open your soul each breathless call reaches higher praise your life emerges as starlit diamonds from fiery coal anvil struck forged in trials with faith and hope you spark you soar
The morning garden is still. Softly, the growing dawn wakens bird-song. The long grasses, flowing - a gentle breeze blending with roses, hyacinth and lavender; wind chimes singing quietly melodic notes. The garden center; a cobalt blue vase fountain, almost silent ripples of water cascade over the rim to mirror-black, smooth, glistening pebbles. My eyes, steady, fixed, focus above. The clear sky, warm air wafting, this morning yields, peacefully to the slow heat of day. Shadows shorten and hide from the sun while we wait for the coolness of evening to carry us home.
Moll doll his chin; Her hair birch- Broom-in-the-fits; Chalk and cheese, they said; Cradle and grave, They said; Yet- You could smell The smouldering, sparry, Whenever they met.
Whats poppin' Last Call Poets......Wanted to share one of my favorite videos of all-time with you.....The Wu-Tang Clan broke all the rules. Nine MCs shared the mic, all with equal aplomb. ....The RZA helmed the production, and through a pastiche of breaks, Stax samples, and kung-fu dialogue, created an indelible ghetto-noir soundscape as alien as it was alienating.....“Can It Be All So Simple,” with its disembodied soul diva and hiccupping bass is a moment of poignant reflection. ....Hype Williams did a great job in directing the amazing video for the song and bringing Ghost and Rae's words to life......If you haven't peeped this video in a while, or if you have never seen it make sure you check out Wu-Tang's Classic "Can It Be All So Simple" Video today:
"The Page Screams Out" is a new track that I available have for FREE download and distribution. Dig it.
This is what I like most about MySpace, whereas we are able to share our music with others and by-pass a host of vultures that are unappreciative of the art but anxiously eyeing a prize that the art will provide, at the cost of...well...I guess that's those who buy music.
I just wanted to let you know I have reached 2000 friends ....so let this be a thank you for being one of them and doing what all good friends do by NOT caring.
anyway, Ive been really into slam poetry and have been performing around NYC at such events.
Heres a sample of something i might do at a slam:
" i then go into this coffeehouse and strike up a conversation
with this other writer about why men always have to do the hunting for women.
he takes out this half empty bottle and this half empty cup and says
"the bottle is the man and the cup is the woman
and the liquid inside is their hearts.
now their hearts are not gonna be complete until they find each other"
and then he asks me how i would go about doing that.
so i told him that i would pour the bottle into the cup.
he says "why not the other way around?"
and i reply "less chance of a spill" and he says "exactly......
see when a woman pours her heart into a man it just gets broken
and most of it spills on the floor, but when a man pours his heart
into the woman, the woman accepts ALL of him."
So it's a capital 'T' that's been hanging you up? Don't worry, it's only paint. And paint is easy to remove. If I was your mother and you were my daughter, you would be sleeping already. I wear these pajamas only on weekends. And you think that's healthy? People don't listen to their body until it's too late. I am not dramatic, I am merely being practical.
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