Thomas, Jack of Hearts is a one fella from australia. He used to be known as the political poet, citizen tom. He now writes for love. He has made a cd, reinterpreting the poetry of the great Sufi master, Rumi, into a series of australia-scented rhymes over hip hop beats and traditional Persian instrumentation.
RISE UP! visuals by cogulator
THE SHAPE OF MY TONGUE - visuals by Verb
POEM FOR MUM, performed it at her 60th birthday party. Visuals by Uncle John.
Yay Thomas! Tis true - i've not been where i thought i'd be either. I was completely overjoyed to see your flyer but sadly the universe conspired against my attendence and my conspiring was not nearly of the same scale. I'll be departing Oz in less than 3 weeks now...is there any possible chance I might purchase a barely 3D cylinder of your magical sounds prior to leaving?
I'll be at work in Camperdown tomorrow...are you anywhere near there we could meet up for lunch or something...today I'm at home but only for about another hour..
Tom! Fantastic show!! Sorry io had to sneak out before the end...congratualations it was really moving to see it all come together to such a packed crowd...I left without a cd! i must get one ASAP..are you around at the moment or can you send me one?
hello. im tara's surrogate sister type of thing and i just wanted to say that your musics so beautiful and I will be coming with tara to your sydney uni thing. x
beautiful musicians hope our paths cross turn and twirl to flock to the gathering of gatherings on some grassy noll on some sunny day when the blood of now is the sap of then and i can be held aloft and we'll be amber lit with dusk-shut eyes in a calm sacraficed praise cause hope has landed on our shoulders and is giving her name to you
your awesome mr thomas, cohabitation related pleasure is all mine... i loves you big times, all the times... see u in the world!!! (like the kitchen etc)
Thanks Tom. That quote about the love handles is one of my own. Call it inspiration of mid-life. I discovered you at Peats Ridge and loved your work. The lights went out and you continued in the spotlight of our torches.
Pity I'm out of town for your next gig, but keep me posted and I'll definitely be at another one.
nice to see your poetic strides reflected in your yourspace. hear you have bonded with cajon - nice. do let me know if you ever want any further percussive contributions in the future. i can't wait till i have my love-dipped poetic band flying and i can invite you as a special guest:) annalise.x
come one come all,rock up at 9ish. we have facepainting,king and queen trophies,prizes and costume giveaways,performances by mimi from japan, and ben ben. and guest djing from the regular john boys and the pet cemetry girls.pluss snout caseett.!!!! oh the happy happy times
loverly thomas... u were so so beautiful @ the don.. as u are everywhere, everytime, forever... i am in love with u freind.... deep, deeply, deeper..... high, highly, higher, hieghtened......... ahh... u know........ kisses thomas & love lovin love........ & thank yous......plus you need less clothes on ur myspace...
Darling, you already know my answer: "(...) and the woman smiles...", because poems, love and food are all about one thing: heart. Hear your heart in your poems Feel your heart in your love and Eat your heart in the food you prepared
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Mille bisous, et mille excuses pour mon anglais de degeneré. J'aime ta profondeur et ton exceptionnalité. Sois fou mon ange, aie confiance en ta folie tu fais déjà partie des gens très très loin partis Merci mon ange Merci pour ta folie et pour m'avoir emmenée avec toi. J'aimerais tant que ma langue ne soit pas un obstacle à notre comprehension. Merci mon ange. Comprends moi. En anglais je ne peux être vraiment moi. Merci mon ange d'être toi.
My pleasure. Heard you on RRR promoting your show but sadly I couldn't make it. Thought I'd join your myspace so I could check in for dates in advance for next time.
when power leads a man to arrogance, poetry reminds him of hid limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richnessand diversity of his existance. where power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
For art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement. The artist however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind against an instrusive society and an officious state. -JFK
Now just what is the opportunity cost of peas these days... a truce...? Or orange juice in a basket of goods purchased with parity and clarity in the spirit of charity...?
