Friday, January 30, 2009

... like a thrust of the hips, Saturday January 31st 2009, Cameron Highlands.

From the present moment, forward and then back again.

On Thursday we ascended from the heat of Penang up into the cool fresh Cameron Highlands which are the highest mountain peaks in the country. The temperature change welcomed but the cold on the first night was surreal, the mist, something to get used to again, just like the closeness of the sun.

The bus ride was a ridiculous thing to endure with strangers. Now when someone passes us in town who was on that bus, there is a connection. Oh yeah, we endured the leaking air conditioner which rained toxic fluid all over our heads. how you doin. smile. Instead of 5 hrs, it took 8, but as Jenna (our new beautiful chinese medicine studying wise woman companion who has been traveling asia for five months, originally from Seattle, ) says: "It happens." More on this lovely being later.

I love staying relaxed in those shitty nauseating travel moments. It feels like I am reversing the mold that my thoughts push to go in. the archetype of the victim or whatever, even about a stupid travel journey... but we dont. we just hang out the door of the bus and welcome the plants and traffic inside.

On the bus I asked for Jenna to magically appear at our new hostel as we met her in Penang on the beach the day before we left and she hinted at heading our way. I also asked for blue skies the next day so that we could see through the clouds at what scurries below us. Both were accumulated along the way way way.

We are staying in a beautiful but very cheap accomodation called Fathers Guesthouse with stunning views and a very good travellers atmosphere. Happy change from the luxuriousness of the room we had in Batu Farringhi. This is more like camping and our room is cabin-esque. The showers are outside under the open sky where you can look up through shampoo bubbled eyes and open your mouth and hum to the expanse above. . The sky is becoming personified in my world lately.

That night sleep was cold and cuddly. The hostel organizes day tours so on Friday we went to the mossy forest and tea plantations. After a bowl of fresh fruit we piled into two jeeps with Kali and Bob our guides for the day. We drove to a the oldest and highest tea plantation in Cameron Highlands (and in the world) and Kali explained the daily process'. Supposedly the higher you go, the better quality the tea. We then ascended to the highest point in the Cameron Highlands to look down from. Then we went on a walk through the a very muddy and moist mossy forest where he said the ground was "empty" because this was the highest oldest rainforest in Malaysia and everything had risen from the sea which is how the moss originated from coral. The temperture could change drastically where within 5 steps of a path under the sun it would be around 27 degrees, then to 20 as you walked into the shade and it drops again to about 17 under really dense mossy trees. Kali showed us many medicinal and poisnous plants such as lemongrass, ginger, cinnamon, and spearmint which we all got to taste right from the branch. Tea tree and manuka trees aswell and the very popular and valuable pitcher plants which catch water and flies that monkeys come and steal. It's like being in a bloody David Attenborough documentary! holla! The whole ecosytem hangs in such a delicate balance depending on them. I cheekily started the trekk right behind Kali at the front of about sixteen folks, feeling as if I was on a one on one trekk, catching him making fake tiger paw tracks to scare everyone else. I fell to the back of the line naturally somehow and as I slipped over moss, swinging forward in one long movement on the path a french woman with a nine month old baby girl was infront of me putting my tensing thighs to shame. The way she carried her over againts her chest over and under the wet branches made me think of how monkey like we are. She mirrored the father monkey carrying his albino yellow chimp, swinging across the vines upside down.

Post walks stomachs growled and we drove to one of the oldest tea factories where the oldest machine there supposedly produces the best teas in the highlands. On the drive there Jenna talked about teaching english in a rural Cambodian village and living with a family, eating meals with them of fresh fish on the fire. She doesn't have a certificate but was handed a black board and chalk. We also talked about accupuncture and I've realized the healer in her and really look forward to her five needle chill out treatment later. I'm inspired by the way she has traveled east asia alone and am extremely grateful for her short presence on our trip. We will put her in touch with Ada, Bart's sister who is practicing massage and chinese medicine as Jenna applies for jobs all over the world.

After the factory tour we waited in a long que of chinese tourists for some delicious teas and cakes. I got banana carrot. We then returned to the hostel and the sun gave the clouds the spotlight on the skystage. They moved upon us with rain and this is the daily cycle here. The rhthym of this weather keeps the strawberry's growing with a balance of the universe's vital essence.

After resting we headed into town with Jenna and a new friend Rodrigo from Uruguay. Everyone is either on their way FROM traveling Aus or on their way TO Aus. (like us.) Rodrigo was on his way back with many stories. We ordered a "steamboat" which is a large serving or various versions of fishballs, chicken, tofu, greens, mushrooms, noodles, clams, eggs etc. You throw it all into a tom yum broth and cook it yourself on a burner. We all told eachother our apples, onions and eucalyptus trees of our trip.

Apples: the best, favourite moment
Onions: the low, hardship experience
Eucalyptus: the inbetween which your still not sure how you feel about it.

Jenna shared another Cambodia apple story about a man she met sitting on a roof top after smoking a spliff with a few travel folk and hearing his life story. How he was born to a mafia father who owned an elephant trekk tour company and at 5 yrs old was sent on foot alone to fetch a new elephant from a nearby country and it took him 1 year to get back with the elephant as he had to sell things on the way to survive. And he was only 25. She said: "That's what I loved most about Cambodia, the people there are so okay with the struggle in their lives. Their like: Okay, yeah, life is shit but that how it is. I love her equanimity and her "it happens" shrug as if nothing could penetrate her relaxed heart. I've decided I'm going to put together a little remember us package in a ziploc bag with some yogi tea, gogi berries, rose quarts, cleansing wipes and a poem thanking her for her good energies.

After dinner the three of us went for a full body massage. There is not too much to say about it other than that she hit spots which I innately knew where sensitive but I was suprised at how tender they were to someone else's touch, mostly on my front. It brough up some emotions and my feet were really cold so I decided to get an additional foot reflexology treatment for 45 minutes at another place down the road. I sat in that chair having never felt more light. He really knew what he was doing was in complete focus and union. I could feel the energy shifting around my body and for a moment I felt a quiet guilt for the pleasure, like I didn't deserve everything being offered to me that day but then I realized HOW SILLY THAT IS and open my heart to the healing. There was a connection with that man and I wish I had time to hang out here and ask him to teach me everything he knows about the feet, ears and hands as maps of the body.

I'm starting to think about New Zealand as we drive to Singapore tommorow for our flight to Melbourne (for 24 hrs) then Auckland and how I need to find a job in Melbourne right away. I wrote through the day which felt relieving after my writing gap but am still struggling with how to integrate time alone into our current life without having to wakeup everyday at five am or interuppting other's plans etc.

After meeting Jenna and other independant travelers, I know traveling alone is in my future and I feel like this trip makes me confident and more sure of how i want to do it. The beauty of taking each day as it comes, allowing the days gifts to come to you in the form of bus tickets, beds and people is alluring. Observing the lone traveler makes me feel like I understand Jindalee more and her constant love of the way the present moment is what you wade in while from away from everything you already know into the gravity, pull and territory of fate.

We cross like vericose veins under the hot skin of the sky.

If you want to see my albums of Singapore, Kuala Lumpur and Penang go to my picasa page:

www.picasaweb.google.com/myszkamyszka0

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Golden Rain Papaya Love Loops, part 2

THIS POST SHOULD BE RIGHT AFTER PART 1, blogger bugger mixed it up!

Our first day in KL was stunning. Dragon fruit filled bellies we started at the Petrona towers and went to the Aquarium in hopes of escaping the heat at its highest point in the day and then we headed to the central market in a beautiful turquoise building with lavish un-neccessary and overpriced souvenirs. The highlight was the fish spa where tiny fish nibbled at the dead skin on our feet. I didn't expect to feel so invigorated in my whole body afterwards! It's amazing what good circulation can do for your breath and mind. Bathing in this wakefulness we stepped out into the rain and saw some very high quality portrait artists using coal and pastels and drawing from photos. They were some of the best most beautiful portraits I've seen. If I was ever to want one, that's where I'd go. As we walked sort of aimlessly an impending storm was stirring in the wind and scattering birds. Mysterious excitement filled my lungs as we walked toward some municipal buildings and the national art gallery. and ofcourse, all of a sudden, downpour. We took refuge under what looked like a very important building and I began to play with my camera and the different features. You'll see all these pics on picasa. Then as the rain cleared up we walked back towards a canal and at the end of it we spotted a pretty famous mosque. The rain and the smells coming from the sewers and the fruit stalls and my armpit sweat and Barts red scarf over my head (a gift from Brenda and Fahad) all these stupid simple things made me feel like I could stay in that moment forever, where everything was perfect for those seconds we approached the mosque and watched the silhouettes of men sleeping and praying in the open air structure which had massive openings all around it. Mesmerized I watched and I felt a part of it all. The devotion here teases its way into daily life in an almost romantic way. Like the lone woman, gazing at the mosque whisper singing along to the Koran sung through loud speakers as if only to her. I saw her beliefs carrying her up the escalator that night. And this became the climax of my curiosity into these muslim city women hidden after 9pm, the streets filled only with men, while they're wives were probably laughing and gossiping in a kitchen or balcony somewhere, masked to the stray cats and insane motor bike racing....

Amidst all these happenings I bought some fresh papaya and ate it in the rain. I cannot praise moisture more. I was vibing so much that this repeated phrase came to me and I started jamming with myself and imagining that Moe Clark (a poet in Montreal from Calgary) was with me and we had her foot pedal and we were just building on this crazy loop about a papaya.

That night we went to Chinatown and the market where they sell "GENUINE" fake copies of all sorts of stuff. We got bombarded by the traders and learned how to sway by them politely while ignoring them and scoped out some cheap thrills in order to find out how much we should be paying for them and come back the next day. Bart is the best haggler I've ever met in my life. I'm so lucky to go shopping with him. He seriously knows what he's doing. Its the salesman in him. He won't be had.

ps. You can now see my Singapore Sling album on picasaweb.google.com/myszkamyszka0

on consistency

Why do I struggle with it so much? Resistance, push and pull. Want but desire overtakes the body becoming greed. Cosmic out of this worldly feeling kind of ambition, the fear which stops me.

it has been heart grappling not writing and updating my live journal. I write about it because its part of the whole trip and the experience of traveling with a partner. So much has happened and every day the images and thoughts have piled up into the database which I keep promising myself I will access later. But holla to my writers out there. We know the deal, you wont write shit later, unless you wake up, get out of bed and pen the mantras you keep thinking you'll remember in the morning. I exchange wish washy wishes for passwords to try and unlock my flow. i give in to laziness. I am on holiday after all. excuses. I think I need a continuity keeper like on the movie sets. i get so hard on myself sometimes. but the universe sends me reminders to chill out.

I seem to believe that I need to slide into a very solitary space to write and reflect instead of BEING the writing, living it, letting the writing slide onto the bus I'm riding, the bus stop I'm waiting at, the minutes before sleep etc. I self sabotage myself, make up the story that someone or something is going to distract me just as I glide into the zone. and it happens. and my cells fill with agitation. and anger surfaces. and i just want to drown back into my dream world and leave everyone behind. wow. im being shakily honest here. surprise.

So I'm adjusting my attitude and awareness so that I can summon my dreams freshly. Because today I learned that 98% of our genetic potential has no known function, so when in our waking state, we only use something like 2% of our genetic potential. Supposedly this is quantifiable and measurable but that 98% seems to be inaccessible somehow because its not flowing into our cellular structure (or experienced in human's biological reality)

When the cells are hit with high wave length short frequency energy patterns changes in the coding sequences on our genes take place which are essentially an organization of chemicals and through our feelings... our attitudes and awareness, it is suggested that we can help this invisible potential through into the cellular structure.

So is attempting to consciously create my reality and define the experiences i have as opposed to allowing the experiences/things happening define me, too grand? impossible? its mad scientist time a la Spencer Butt i think. i feel like I'm also channeling Brendan Mcleods poem on Human potential!

also

the strands of DNA in our bodies are a hundred billion miles long and could reach the sun
400 000 times over.

i know it all sounds fluffy wuffy but this is all supposedly researched at Stanford University by some quantum physicists.

okay. back to papaya golden rain boogy part 2.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

January 23 2009, Kuala Lumpur, Golden Rain Papaya Love Loops

I haven't even eaten breakfast yet because I'm so vibing to write this. Mornings have become Michelle times. Bart has taken to sleeping in and it gives me the chance to lay out my thoughts a little, plan the day and check up on emails, loads photos. But I write this with the anxiousness that he might wake up any second and tap me on the shoulder and that would ofcourse change my flow, and i just wanna go go go go and not stop.

I start with the day before yesterday because that's where I ended. It was one of those really challenging traveling days and I just had to keep reminding myself to breathe and stay grounded and not give into spiraling useless over emotional thoughts. Ofcourse everything is sorted out and we got bus tickets to Penang. Getting them was a mission and a half because we were exhausted and we went to Putrajaya bus station where there are just rows and rows of bus company's looking to sell tickets to foreigners. But Mohammed at the Hostel warned us that some of them will sell you a ticket and the bus doesnt show. The one's we got seem legit but I'm still asking the universe to help make that bus show up. Anyway we got them and then decided to go to a huge food market recommended by Lonely Planet.

Its called Durian Heaven, with rows of stalls selling Durian fruit. Which I haven't tried yet, but I will today. When we originally got out of the station to get there we could see the Petrona towers right near to us and the night view was stunning. Then it felt like we were actually walking through a graffiti piece, because there were tons of little shack houses with closed doors, florescent lights streaming through the cracks, childrens voices, adults laughing, laundry hanging and a hundred shoes scattered outside each door. We walked through the puddles to the Durians. We walked and walked and walked until I felt my feet were falling off, then realized we were right around the area of our hostel and could walk home through Chow Kit Market. Ended up going to a Curry house with the most amazing Roti I've ever had. They set up restaurants in massive rooms here with very bright lights and huge fans, one would assume not pleasant or appetizing surroundings. But they don't need it to be nice because the food is just so good. I've been eating cooked foods obviously because it would just be silly of me to try and stay raw at such an early stage of my journey. I have been drinking from coconuts though and trying as much of the tropical fruit as I can wet my mouth with. In the Curry house last night, there was this kid who had just recieved a toy from his parents which was a yellow plastic car track which has tiny little cars riding on it. He was so present. All he cared about was that toy. I wanted to be one of those little plastic cars in that moment.

Trees emerge from concrete here you know, out the sides of buildings, branches turning balconies into jungles.

We finally were able to book accomodation in Penang even though it is Chinese New Year and super busy. Although we overpayed a little bit, it looks amazing. Right on the beach and its not one of those nasty high rise tourist hotels. I guess this is the part of the trip we really treat ourselves and float away in paradise for a couple of day. I'm hoping for more opportunities to be with nature in Penang and in the Cameron Highlands which we where we will head to next. Today I'm hoping we can get to the Batu Caves about 8 miles out of Kuala Lumpur, its a hindu temple, very old sacred site. But onto yesterday.... i cant believe how much i want to say right now. It's like my throat chakra is spilling blue ink into my veins. How do I capture all the in-between moments, tiny tiny billions of stimulated seconds that sifted through my skin membrane. Like this....hahahah and Bart just walked in....

I just got the thumbs up on the Batu Caves. YESSSS! I'm going to have some breakfast and then delve into yesterdays reflections while Bman gets ready.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

January 21st 2009 Kuala Lumpur

Myszka Myszka read all about it!

We've just arrived in Kuala Lumpur and are sitting in the hostel reception trying to figure out our next steps, it seems silly since we havent seen anything in KL yet but we just want to map out our tracks so we know how long we're here for and where we are going next. The bus ride was super comfortable and I watched Revolutionary Road and Music and Lyrics on my Ipod. When we arrived at the KL main bus station the heat really hit us and the mission to the hostel was challenging, bit of a workout, you can just feel your pores opening up and gasping.

Its Chinese New Years and the buses and trains are rammed with bookings, same for hostels. Something in me really wants to get to Penang, probably because I haven't been on a beach for ages! I feel like the Universe is asking us to deepen our faith and strengthen our trust... We can leave on Sunday to Penang and that means 5 days in KL, which suits me as it is supposedly the "most inexpensive city in Malaysia." But if we do that and go to Penang, we would miss out on Cameron Highlands which is something Bart really wants to do. I'm pretty open and relaxed about both options. I know it's going to just fall into place and I think my job is to help chill the boy out a bit. This morning on the bus he was like: "I'm so happy its worked out this way." :) Anyone wanna bet I'll be hearing that phrase again tommorow or the day after? hope so.

Not much to say about KL yet other than the hostel is wicked, the people on the street and public transit more modest and the street our hostel is on looks inviting and im looking forward to walking down it.

Sending whomever is reading this all my love and blessings to the rhythm of the hostel host at his desk beside me clipping his nails. Nice! ha.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

January 21st 2009 Singapore







These two are from tonight at the Quay in Singapore and Chinatown. Last two photos from the Zoo!

Today was a bad hair day but nevermind, I took lots of great photos. I won't write too much.

I slept very well and after breakfast we went to Lavender Station to figure out our next couple of steps in traveling around Malaysia. Tommorow morning we will either be taking a bus to Kuala Lumpur or Cameron Highlands.... we would love to get out of the urbanscapes and into the country so the highlands would be amazing, lots of tea plantations and mountaneous jungles. But we're having trouble finding cheap accom. So we might head to KL, its only four hours on the bus and I am looking forward to getting out of Singapore as today we did the rest of the city stuff and it really tired us out. The sun was very strong and it forces you into siesta mode.

We spent the day on the harbour and Raffles Hotel.... it was kinda tiring because of the heat. The evening was spent very pleasantly in Chinatown again, but we saw parts we hadn't seen before and got some Vietnamese food. Right before we were catching the last train, I saw some beautiful dresses for really cheap. but it wasnt meant to be so I'm just asking the Universe to send me those dresses somehow by stumbling upon them somewhere else.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Jan 19th 2009 Singapore




"Learning is not the accumulation of Knowledge, Learning is a movement from moment to moment." -Krishnamurti


I am writing this on the large balcony of the hostel overlooking Little India. There is a breeze but its warm enough forme to sit out with my shorts, tank top, barefeet and wet hair, freshly cleaned and showered after a long sweaty day. It feels very surreal to be wrapped up in this heat when my Montreal/Toronto counterparts and redfaced and cosying up together with hot tea and poetry. We have been here for around 24 hrs and have already seen loads. There is a mysterious blanket of stars and satellites above me in a cloudy streaked sky and after the long plane ride and anxious, eventful London departure I crave to be with myself in a pocket of quiet.

I was really ready to leave London. You know your ready when things are getting almost too comfortable and too good. Life is always really sweet before leaving, probably because of the fact your leaving, so you soak everything up. Had a really good week leading up to our departure on Saturday night. Seeing lots of friends and really appreciating our time with them. Brenda, Fahad and Daniel are my London strongholds because of the history in our friendships. They are three people with very wide open hearts. I also really enjoyed seeing Chris and Mark Young, brothers who I always have good flow of conversation with and ping ponging of stimulating idea throwing. Peace-ing out of London will be full of good memories for me, and I know I will be back after Australia.

I need to start with a bit of gratitude here,

for the smooth flight and arrival (by the way Emirates are by far the BEST airline I've ever
flown. We flew the biggest airbus in the world to Dubai and there were sparkly stars on the ceiling and good blankets.)
for the easy to understand and super clean metro system in Singapore
for the safe feeling I have in the Hostel
for Bart's patience with me
for the simultaneous nature/urban abundance experienced today
for hygenic tasty cultural food!
for the animals and their graciousness in the Singapore Zoo
for the fun i had taking photos and the function of my camera
for the juicy fruit and icecream we had in the Zoo
for this balcony and this moment
for the 50 young chinese school children that walked past us in a tsunami of hellos and one little girl told me "I love you!"

My body breathes shallow, stop analyzing why, the insides of my nose dry quickly, drink more water, my feet feel eternally heavy since take off, have I landed? I am swollen slightly, un flip flopped on the verge of athletes foot but my skin feels good. Groin muscles still sore and tight desperate to stretch, to practice awareness, for now this page is my yoga mat.

Last night when we got into the city, everything was made slow motion for us. Woke up feeling groggy and confused. First thought: Oh yeah, I'm in Singapore. Weird. Breakfast and off to the Zoo which is by far the biggest most beautiful Zoo/contrived type of attraction I've been too. TROPICAL wild life FOR REAL! No Biodome bullshit! Very lush, grounding surroundings. It was good to see the animals at the Zoo were in very open spaces and very close to the public so much so you could feel the magic of the interaction. There was also a huge focus on conservation with a memorial to Steve Irwin (Crikey!) who supposedly had alot to do with that Zoo and visited it often. The animals are so gracious for giving themselves to us (knowingly.) Allowing us to try and nourish them and willing to collaborate with us. Also at how present they are capable of being. Especially the monkeys. Committed to their way of being, their way of survival. The way their wisdom swings from tree to tree. Even though so many animals are in danger from human acts and this issue needs more of the worlds awareness, we still innately, deep in our collective consciousness so want to be their friends and protect them because we see our own vulnerability mirrored in their gaze. And so, humility is come upon, not so much cultivated, but the beauty, nature and orderliness stumbled on, unplanned, unexpected.

On our way back to the metro we stopped in a massive supermarket. It was the biggest and most diverse "buy any food product your mouth or belly desires" kind of abundant dimension. They even sold wheatgrass in large bags! (Something you totally could not find at Tesco or Provigo. Lots of exciting produce. I got some sushi and it was primo quality.

We got back to the hostel absolutley shattered and by lying on my top bunk I secretely coerced Bart into a powernap floating in the outside sounds of cars and what sounded like an outdoor bare naked ladies concert. It was probably just a radio. When we woke up I put on the dress I bought with Fahad and Bianca at Spittafields although it was too hot for it and I should have listened to my intuition! Today was follow yes, follow not fucking speak up, stand up to your intuition day. You know when your traveling and you have to make a decision and something inside you just tells you what you should do, pushes you in a direction. I miss a little bit the possibility of doing that while traveling on my own and learning. But I am also so lucky to have my closest most trusted companion and I try to think about that everyday and be the gratitude.

Singapore is a melange of Indian, Chinese and Malaysian culture and although they all co-exist the identity of the city seems lost sometimes. It feels like I'm in an oversized China town or Asian Mall where everyone speaks english. On our first night here when we were eating in China town and the waitress finished whispering in my ear that I "look like Britney," Bart said: "If all the people here and all over the world have as much "stuff" as I have. Holy fuck... What direction is the world going on." (Or it was something like that.) There is a vibe of consumption here. And abundance. One of the first thoughts I had was that this is all going on, going on, going on while everyone everywhere else in their pocket of the world goes on goes on goes on and nothing ever stops. Maybe I can learn the mores and uniqueness of so many country's and culture, visit monuments, pay fares, meet new people and take it all in. But why and how could any of it matter if I didn't create something from these observations and change the place somehow before I leave.

Is it as simple as leaving some sort of mark on the ground somehow? Maybe animals aren't claiming their territory with their piss, but desperately marking the space, not in ownership but just their presence, saying: "I was here, this is what i was thinking, this is how i felt." Just like the people at the Obama inauguration.

Tonight I ask the universe for tender grounded soulful healing sleep
for the stars to lift the weight in my feet
for support in my desire to write everyday
for clarity and synchronistic plans about where to go next
for the safety and happiness of my friends

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Episode 15: CFSW 2008 and Superhero Poets!



Throw It Thru Your Speakers is back
and my ears are still hot from the headphones!


All that editing feels so sexy. You know what else is sexy? Throw Poetry Collective's 2nd season of monthly poetry slams happening on the third Friday of every month at Parc Des Prince in Montreal. The first slam will be a combined ALBUM launch at CASA DEL POPOLO on Sunday January 18th in association with Ian Ferrier's Words and Music! The next slam will be on Friday Feb 20th at our new location Parc Des Prince. We are continuing to run our monthly organic jam sessions called THE VIBE (new venue to be confirmed) and we'll be starting our workshop series again at Apathy Is Boring with experienced poets facilitating. Get ready to live your poetic dreams people! All of these events are open to your participation and passion. Throw Poetry Collective is always seeking new volunteers, poets and dreamers, get in touch ya'll at throwcollective@gmail.com

This episode introduces old and new Throw listeners to my new co-host/producer Rob Hoover. You may remember him from poignant Throw Slam performances such as "Here We Are", "Fightbook" and the poem he won the Finals with last June, "Rock Shack." We talk about the Montreal team's experience at the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word held this past November in Calgary. I also play three very special live poetry tracks for you!
In the upcoming months, you'll start to see more and more ways you can become involved in the podcast by recording comments which we'll play. We are going to start on air workshops where you can submit a recording of one of your poems, or come on the show live for one of our features to constructively critique your work. (If you guys have got the balls that is!) And we want to integrate new ways for the various poetic communities in each city in Canada to be featured. We want to create dialogue and inspiration for all the spoken word poets across Canada and the globe. ENERGY FLOWS WHERE ATTENTION GOES! The more you stoke that creative fire in you, the more we can produce, get our voices out to those who want to listen and come together as a national and global community of truth tellers.
The Throw Poetry Collective Community currently reaches out and sends all their loving kindness to the Capital Poetry Collective in Ottawa and Steve Sauve.
Keep activating those miracles brothers and sisters!


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