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Head of Wild Foliage, NZ Feb 6th 2009

2009-02-05T13:01:00.000-08:00

"He showed me a sketch he had drawn once during a meditation. It was an androgynous human figure, standing up, hands clasped in prayer. But this figure had four legs and no head. Where the head should have been, there was only a wild foliage of ferns and flowers. There was a small, smiling face drawn over the heart... To find the balance you want, thsi is what you must become. You must keep your feet grounded so firmly in the earth that it's like you haev four legs instead of two, that way, you can stay in the world. But you must stop looking at the world through your head. You must look through your heart instead. That way you will know God."

This quote is from one of my favourite books I've begun re-reading called Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I lost my Krishnamurti book somehow. But I know it's happened for a reason and it will just come back and find me so far.

So it's been four days since I've updated, but it's gone by so quickly it feels like only 24 hrs. Is it weird that time has gone by quite quick on less than 3 hrs sleep a night?

The flight to Melbourne wasn't all that great because the food was late but that's not important. The stuards looked tense and stress and one dropped a whole tray on me and I didn't even mind because he was african, wearing a baby blue colored suit and his name was Jupiter. I've gotten into the habit of visualizing white light around whatever hunk of metal my vulnerable little body happens to be encased in. And I try to send gratitude to everyone and anything that ever had to do with the building and upkeep of such a huge human carrier. the pilot, the people who loaded the food, the people in the air control towers, the engineers, the double checkers, the materials the earth gave to make this plane, everyone who's ever had a trip in it, all the people currently in it. i send all this points of physical matter love and white light and happiness and this makes for a much calmer flight when that unexpected shake of turbulence hits and I grab Barts hand out of instinct and he starts making fun of me by gasping and squeezing and jumping me.

So we arrive to Andrew (Bart's uncle) and Kath (Andrew's neighbour) waiting for us at the airport and they drive us to Miller Street where they live in Prahran. We took a walk in their area (which reminded me alot of Toronto Queen Street Summer) and I got a bank account. (How efficient am I?) The thing I was most surprised and urked by was the apparent deadness of the grass and all living green things sprouting from the ground. This saddened me quite a bit. There was just a heatwave that happened right before we arrived, but I began to appreciate the green of Canadian summers, the diversity of our weather even if it does get so cold, we hibernate. There is a balance in that cycle. This lack of green, I did not yet know, would be compensated by the green hearts of the kiwi people.

The street we were on was a bit shi shi. Cute boutiques with pretty things I promised myself later I would stop to look at when I return. The girls are good looking and have nice dressed, and there is this summery indie feel amongst the young with slight nu rave peaking through in the form of neon sunglasses. But there are these horrible looking sandals that everyone wears which cover the ankle and I just don't get it... since the ankle is one of the sexiest parts of the body *to me anyway*

Because I was so tired and ungrounded, my first impressions of Melbourne were very random and awkward. So I'm deleting it all from my mind and letting it go so that I can approach my new city untainted and clean... (hmm, wouldn't it be helpful to approach all of life this way. thats what Jenna does. she's like a piece of glass life moves through.) ANYWAY

Andrew has a been living in the same one bedroom flat for around 20 years. Every wall in his home is covered with shelves of books. Some shelves just line the top of of the walls right under the ceiling. But as soon as you walk in, to the right is a room blanketed with books. Everything is organized and labeled. The energy of this home library and the accumulaton of this information mirrors the energy splaying off in various directions from Andrew's head. It's like an energetic cosmic archive of Andrew's brain. It's the combination of certain philisophical, religious and political book that makes me feel I understand him one inch more. And alot of Chomsky.

I have always dreamt about building my own library but somewhere along the way of the past year, the idea or belief entered me that I needed to let go of as much unneccesary physical baggage as possible to live simply. Fuck that! I'ma get myself a LIBRARY! To have a library is to build your own inspiration jungle of words and ideas. It's a milky way of cosmic knowledge that you came to earth to encounter. Just like cosmic knowledge hangs over cities and places. I know this is a really hippy thought for some of you, but just roll with me for a second. Indulge all your limitless fantasies and possibilities vicariously through me. What an ultimate pleasure and blessing that it's even possible for us to do this. Let alone write books for people to include in their library with our name on it! I am reminded of all the beautiful people on my path who house impressive libraries. Miki Laval, Mike Donovan, Patricia Mohan. We all have a little library in our heart. Even if it is just one or two shelves. Even if we bought the shelf for $10 dollars and then sold it for $15.

When I think of even having my top ten books in the same counrty together my mind body brims with visions of having each one of the truths I found in them at my constant disposal. Have you found truth in words that lie on a page? Have you read a line that just made your whole body tingle with vibrations. Have your ever read a book a second time and noticed a line that hadn't stuck out to you before, but now it does based on your current orientation and understanding of the world? Its a fuckin spiritual thing man. Like waking up hung over beside your best friend and just having the best day recording a podcast, going to the sauna, ordering a pizza and just blabbing your heart out the whole way through.

After a nap and hearty meal of polish hunters stew with Andrew, we re-packed, re-strengthened, re-visioned my greeting Ada outfit, hit the pillow for about three hours and then got up at 4am to catch a train, get on a new plane with the dew of precious things and fly to the land of clouds that called out to us through his blood connections. Brother and sister coming together and girlfriend witnessing a brew of old fireworks, stories and familiar eyes.

Penang (flexactly a week ago)

2009-02-02T00:15:00.000-08:00

You Are the World.

i am the indian boys carrying wood over sand
i am the waves tickling the land
i am the father showing his daughter the clams
i am the monkey taking bread from your hand

i am the snake slithering to the stomp of your soles
i am the monk at the bus station just:

holding
a
bowl

i am the muslim crouching, clutching his Nikon
extending my lens to grasp the pause of a fire fly
i am a rock floating under your sky
(that means your the universe)
and I am the memory that slides out when you sigh.

i am the kunda in you lini when your
spine
aligns

i am the batu in your ferringhi
the nasi in your lemak
the Ki in you knee
the roti in your canai

i am even the heat on your toes like fungi

I wrote this poem on monkey beach after we had hiked there for one hour, after reading Krishnamurti and listening to "Burn Out" by Cinematic Orchestra. I was feeling very seperate from the things around me after Kuala Lumpur and sorting out my thoughts regarding muslim attitude towards the female gender. Conservative women covered in head to toe, including their face, with only a slit for their eyes, strolled the edge of the beach infront of me with their husbands while I and other foreign girls wore bikinis. Then I read this Krishnamurti section of "You are the World" about how the biggest psychological issue blocking us is this idea that we are seperate from others and everything. The quote, which I can't find now because the book is somewhere in the depths of my luggage. And even though I've vibed and agreed to this fact in theory it was the perfect moment for me to take that in again and I began to percieve my being from the point of those around me, finally, experientially knowing, that I am them and they are me so i should just chill the fuck out.

ps. i made a new word in the title: flexactly. Which means: flexibly exactly

head in the sky with your feet on the ground... literally

2009-02-01T23:24:00.000-08:00

The more I see and do and experience, the more my mind is filled with images. rubbish. confusion. understanding. and every night, stranger and more vivid dreams.

On Saturday morning I woke to someone new beside me in bed, which would have been surprising if Bart hadn't woke me up at 1am to tell me about Jenna's migraine. After the body massage she felt worse and couldn't fall asleep as the dorm was too cold, so her and Bart traded places and she came to sleep with me in the double bed in our slightly warmer room. We woke up at almost the exact same minute and then told eachother our twisted unsettling dreams. I was so happy she felt alot better in the morning.

That day we went on a hike through one of the paths the hostel had mapped out. We took lots of water, high energy snacks, photos of the map and called upon the ghost of Jim Thomas as we began climbing roots and slipping on rust colored soil. He was called the Silk King of Thailand and part of the CIA and went missing after going on a hike around dinner time. There are many theories about how he went missing. That he was kidnapped, or that he fell hundreds of meters through the "empty ground." Supposedly, his family is still offering some kind of lofty financial reward for information about his whereabouts. Although if he was still alive right now, he would be 102.

So we climbed through a rainy rainforest until we reached the top. Above the clouds there was no rain and only quiet fog. It felt like a movie as we grew more and more lost and I started my "What would I do if a Zombie came out of the bushes for me?" scenario imagining. Standing infront of an electricity tower the path became very very difficult to follow or even see. There seemed to be big orange arrows in random directions that led nowhere. And on every path that we knew wasn't "the one," was a human or animal poo...? As we climbed directly under the electricity tower and looked for more paths, we finally, after about 20 kinda nervous minutes found a rust colored landslide which led up to a very clearly marked path. But it was very inconspicuous. Had we not tried that way, we might still be in the jungle. Anyway, as we happily chuggled along that route we entered into very dark, mossy, viney forest which looked like the one in the Princess Bride. Trunks of trees formed the most inticing shapes as branched pushed for light. As we descended from the clouds, rain tickled our skulls and we began to climb down down down. Again, a fork in the path and we decide to go right when we should have gone left. This brought us to walking through the tiniest most indecipherable path which looked like an animal trail as we pushed away blankets of wet plants. This was an exhilerating bit of the walk. It's weird, the under the surface silent collective hope of getting lost. The desire to be in danger and the urge to feel your adreneline flow through the body. My excitement for a moment to trust myself. to depend on myself. to know the forest again so well that you move around hollow or fallen trunks as if they are pieces of furniture in your home. the comraderie between Jenna, Bart and I was very humorous and uplifting. It's nice after being a pair and hanging out with eachother for so long, for someone new to come into your relationship and zest things up by shifting the dynamic.

After a little visit to a strawberry growing farm, visiting a night market and getting drenched by rain, we reconvened for beers with Jenna, Rodrigo and a few other travellers we had gotten to know after Bart and I packed to leave the next morning for Singapore. I got a little tipsy and had the thought whilst we all played cards, that I felt totally comfortable with these people, and that I wouldn't mind being able to hang out with them more. It hit me that there is always someone to leave behind even if you've only been in a place for a few days. I feel inspired and blessed by how quickly the dynamics of a small group of people can develop and mean something. Everytime, I find this... sometimes, without even consciously creating it. It comes to me and I bring something to it with divine love and gratitude and somehow I know that facilitation in small groups of people is what aligns me and brought me here.

That night I put together a small ziploc bag of goodies and called it "Jenna's Bag of Happy" and after everyone was a sleep and I finished writing some mantras my heart was ringing out like a Vipassana Retreat bell, I slipped the bag under her shoes in front of the mixed dorm where she slept. One of those mantras was this:

I have a pitcher plant
where I throw all my thoughts
for the monkeys to steal.

They have no idea what they are getting into.

But they are hungry and
I am chopsticking a full belly of
memory
after
memory.

We got the best bus back to Singapore. With luxury seats that go back into bed mode. The bus threw us down winding roads and my stomach sang the blues, even after Jenna gave us special accupuncture bracelets for motion sickness. So I took a gravol and conked myself out for almost four hours witch made the nine hour trip seem short. I also watched the Constant Gardner and affirmed my love for Ralph Fiennes.

This morning, Monday Feb 2nd, I packed my bag and went to Orchard Road while Bart went to the science center. I had a really nice day to myself and got a wicked new pair of sunglasses. Tonight we fly to Melbourne, stop at Bart's uncles house for 24 hrs and then fly on to Auckland.

I can't wait to see Ada and shower her with me love you long time adoration.

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

2009-01-30T17:51:00.001-08:00

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

Golden Rain Papaya Love Loops, part 2

2009-01-29T06:04:00.001-08:00

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

2009-01-29T05:41:00.000-08:00

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.

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

2009-01-22T17:51:00.000-08:00

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.

January 21st 2009 Kuala Lumpur

2009-01-21T00:43:00.000-08:00

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.

January 21st 2009 Singapore

2009-01-20T08:37:00.000-08:00

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.

Jan 19th 2009 Singapore

2009-01-19T17:55:00.000-08:00

"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

Episode 15: CFSW 2008 and Superhero Poets!

2009-01-04T04:38:00.000-08:00

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!

Much more to come, subscribe to Throw Radio on Itunes and Stay Motha-fucken TUNED!

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Episode 14: Part 2... More Ian On The Table

2008-03-01T17:53:00.000-08:00

No Shownotes. Just Listen. I'm heading to Nuit Blanche to evade the ten million other tasks I have to complete so i can change and save the world, before the end of my poetry filled, dancing in my room by myself, chocolate soy milk drinking ordinarily spectacular life.
I love you. Post comments. Please.

LISTEN HERE:

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MichelleD

Episode 14: Part 1. Featuring Ian Ferrier!

2008-02-23T11:27:00.000-08:00

"Movement is My Religion..."

Episode 14: Part 1, Featuring Ian Ferrier

I am still buzzing from my privelaged interaction with this man. He is a blessing to the Poetry scene in Montreal and we were very lucky to have him grace our stage at Cagibi on February 16th in Montreal. Please enjoy this interview and engage by posting comments here on the blog and on our facebook group page. Watch

www.throwcollective.com

for a brand new interactive forum, our updated events, galleries and information about how you can become involved in the movement that is Throw Collective.

Come and see what we are about. Our next open meeting is Sunday February 24th and Sunday March 9th from 12noon-1pm at the Apathy is Boring Loftspace
10 Des Pins Suite #412.
All Poets and spoken word lovers welcome.

Please stay tuned for PART DEUX in the next couple of days and subscribe to Throw Radio on Itunes...

Love and Gratitude Michelle Dabrowski

LISTEN HERE:

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2008-01-26T13:18:00.001-08:00

A BIG Thankyou to Kendyl and Adrianna for making sure we had our flyer
on our merch table on Jan. 19th!!

Episode 13. featuring Common Unity

2008-01-26T13:09:00.000-08:00

"Visionaries Before Millionaires"

Hey Ho. What’s up Throw listeners? Without further ado I bring you episode number 13. It’s been a week since Throw Slam Collective’s first slam of the season on January 19th and already so much has happened, I have learned so much and gone through so many different emotions. It was an extreme success and I think people actually enjoyed themselves. I have so many people to thank it’s overwhelming. On we go, gearing up for our next slam on February 16^th featuring non other than one of the most recognized Performance Poets out of Montreal Mister Ian Ferrier. We are also starting to run workshops as we prepare for a few shows featuring poets in the Collective in March. Capital Slam Collective will be coming over from Ottawa to have a sleepover and perform with us in our Art Matters show and Danielle K.L. Gregiore, former director of Capital Slam Collective will be featuring at our March Slam. Things are crazy and busy and beautiful and I don’t really know how I’m doing it all, correction… how we are doing it all, but we are.

If you would like to be a part of the collective, please get in touch and I will add your email to the list so you can be informed about when our meetings/workshops are happening! We are not fronting some bullshit elitist attitude. For real yo! This is open open open and we need more poets, lyricists and dreamers if we want to make this even stronger, and of course more poets who want to slam and contend for a spot on the team we send to Calgary. We are pretty much declaring that even if the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word does not have enough spots to allow us to compete, we are getting our asses over there anyway, to represent, to experience, to be inspired and most importantly to throw our love at poets from across the nation. But of course, it’s not just about the competition or poetry, it’s about the community and collaborating by challenging and pushing each other to be better, to learn, to evolve as human beings yo! Alrite, ima stop cause I’m getting a bit preachy. But why should I stop if I feel it in my heart?

Common Unity ROCKED CAGIBI LAST SATURDAY NIGHT! They dealt with unfortunate sound issues like pro-stars. They are the nicest boys ever and I declare that if the love of my life doesn’t pan out in Australia (feel the conundrum here ;) ) then I’ma comin back and proposing to all three of these old grandpas cause I am definitely on the same drugs as them. Listen to the podcast and try to figure out what kind of intoxication I am talking about. Seriously guys, you make a little blonde anglo girl wanna grind a microphone like it’s a dildo. Yeap, I said it.

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Congratulations to Daniel James Jacques and Kathryn Hogan, tied winners of Throw Slam #1 and to all the poets that bared their words on stage.

Shout outs to my girl Cat Abreu, who came to hang out with us from Toronto last Saturday and who is holdin down my heart and my head so they both don’t float away into the ether.

Please post some comments and join our group on Facebook.

And have yourselves an awesome week. Much Love and Gratitude.MichelleD.

2007-12-18T10:42:00.000-08:00

Episode 12: Featuring Miki Laval

2007-12-14T12:43:00.000-08:00

"Oh man I can't outslam them!"

Featuring Miki Laval

So I'm hoping to get this rss puppy going again (regularly!) It has been a hectic four months and my poor little podcast takes the backlash for it. That's why, if there are any poets out there who want to participate in the collective by helping with podcast production, it's basically a free for all! It's a great opportunity to hone some new skills, explore a new medium of expression and have some f-ing fun. I just think it's important to have a place that people can come back to, to learn more about a poet they've heard at one of Throw Collective's Poetry Slams which are happening by the way on the third Saturday of every month at LE CAGIBI in Montreal on St.Laurent (corner St.Viateur) It's also a great outlet for Montreal noisemakers to showcase their work...

This episode is short and full of sexy wise woman sweetness provided by the October 2007 SLAM for Solidarity winner Miki Laval.

Our next event will feature hip hop group Common Unity on Saturday Jan 19th.
Signup is at 7:30 pm, so if you wanna slam, get there early!
2 rounds. Free for Performers!
$7 for everyone else.

All proceeds go toward attempting to send a team of poets
representing Montreal at the Nationals next year in October!

Be sure to check out the "Dromotexte" Spoken Word show on CKUT 90.3 FM on Thursday nights from 8pm-9pm!! Here's the link:

http://www.fortneranderson.com/html/playlists.html

Check out Common Unity at www.myspace.com/Commonunity
and search "Down with Rappers" on Facebook.

Don't forget that tommorow Dec 16th there's a TORONTO POETRY SLAM at the Drake Hotel. 1150 Queen Street. Starts at 7:30 $5

www.torontopoetryslam.com

AND on January 5th the amazing Capital Poetry Collective will be hosting another slam at the Mercury Lounge in Ottawa. 56 Byward Street. $7

www.capitalslam.com

If you check all that shit out, I'm yours... Forever!

xxMichelle

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2007-10-12T19:15:00.000-07:00

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In association with the Throw Radio Podcast "Throw Collective" is a network of performance poets, beat boxers, rappers, vocalists, musicians and storytellers. It aims to establish a platform for collaboration and encourage the support of diversity in the performing arts by throwing a monthly poetry slam, holding bi-monthly organic improve jam sessions as well as provide member run writing and performance workshops to the community.

We are seeking...

Performance Poets

(and/or poets who give attention to how their work transfersfrom the page to the stage)

-To be members at large.
-To help organize monthly poetry slams.
-To participate in bi-monthly jam sessions.
-To share skills by running workshops inside and outside of the collective.

Performance Artists

Musicians, Rappers, Beatboxers, Vocalists and Storytellers:

-To bring diversity to the collective.
-To organize and lead bi-monthly jam sessions.
-To share knowledge and experience.

Graphic Artists, Web Designers and Video Artists

-To help with poster, flyer and web design.-To help collaborate on projects and events.

Volunteers

-Members at large.
-Resident Score Keepers, Time Keepers, Door Watchers, Extra Hands.

a bit of the manifesto...

"Throw: It thru your Speakers" Poet Collective acknowledges the creative play space existing between the audience and the performer/s as a place of dialogue, witnessing and possibility. When piece of work--be it a lyric, a line from a poem or a bass line is traveling to it's recipient--(the reciever on the other end of the speakers) it has left the artist but has not yet arrived into the minds of the audience. The transfer is not complete and the action is still wedged between the notions of fiction and reality. Throw Collective is interested in exploring what happens in this liminal space. All projects, events and performances are related to this exploration in some way--be it at a poetry slam where audience members actually become performers or at an improv jam where the artists are reliant on their ears in oder to respond and make an attempt to harmonize. Come out to one of our monthly slams and participate in the blurring of the play space once the scores have been tallied and the room is a collection of molecules observing, witnessing and reflecting. To throw yourself thru the speakers is to be exactly between where you've come from and where your going.

To get involved please send a one page introduction and sample of your work to throwradio@yahoo.com

The next collective meeting is on October 19^th 2007.

SLAM for Solidarity...

2007-10-10T19:33:00.000-07:00

Lip Zine and Throw Collective
present

SLAM
for
Solidarity

In support of ABANTU-ROWA
Ghanian Women's Rights Organization

Friday October 26th 2007
Apathy is Boring,10 des Pins: suite 412
Poet Signup 9pm. Slam starts 9:30.

Featuring a live organic improv jam with poetry, vocals, music and dance.

Open call for Slam Poets.

Throw Collective seeks volunteers to help the show push kick go
Just email: throwradio@yahoo.com to get involved.

www.naccarato.org/lip

Podcast Awareness... Don't Be a Media Square.

2007-05-25T15:13:00.001-07:00

Special Thanks to Big Roshi Rosh for giving me the idea and Miss Extra-ordi-NORA for the beautiful photo!!

I made it really fast so I can hand some out tonite and even though it looks kind of shite... there's something about the hand made pasted-ness
that gets me excited...

Throw's ode to Mongo slash being alive slash Alessandra Naccarato slash having more time... Episode 11

2007-05-24T23:30:00.000-07:00

Hells yeah people!

the hustle continues...

Episode Eleven features the lips of bold enigma of a poet Miss Alessandra Naccarato currently wandering the streets of Buenes Aires "chasing fat pigeons, smoking marlboros, half-drunk in the day shine" aswell as a deliciously momentus interview from when I caught up with her moments before her last party in Montreal. (for now)

See her page for your mission to find a copy of 'Audiobox' or just browse through all the amazing labors of love she's pushed out in the past year or so. www.naccarato.org/lip

See Spencer's new poem at www.myspace.com/thirtysecondblurbs

Check out Mongo at the indiefeed performance poetry podcast at www.indiefeedpp.libsyn.com

and finally bike your ass up to Parc and Jean Talon to see me perform at the Ms.Guided inaugral zine launch(an experiential publication for the traveling woman)
www.msguided.org
happening May 25th at 9pm, $7-10 sliding scale with a copy of the zine

see flyer above...

FEED YOUR EARS NOW:

http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1180119314.mp3

Throw SLAM! highlights... episode 10

2007-04-27T23:57:00.000-07:00

Throw SLAM! Highlights...

feat. Veronika Pienkowska
Michelle Dabrowski
Chris Masson
P.Summind
Chris Quotes
Matt
Bernard
Jay Alexander Brown
Kym Dominique-Ferguson
Alessandra Naccarato

Episode 10. Check it! She sat on her ass all day cutting sound clips with scurrying fingers on a cloudy day. And she loved it. This episode features Veronika Pienkowski (Happy Bday I love you) and MishL chatting hung overly. We summarize the first ever THROW RADIO POETRY SLAM! which took place on April 14th 2007 at Cafe Chaos in Montreal. Highlights from every poet who competed that night are guaranteed to wet your appetite and shmooze you into realizing why you should become a part of this. Pure skill and pure heart filled the room. All styles of poetry are welcome so that diversity may ensue. Will you be the next at the mic?
This is the birth of a scene. Finally.
Watch history in our making. Enjoy!

Just copy and paste the following into your browser or subscribe to Throw Radio on itunes
If you don't have Quicktime right click on the link and choose "Copy Link Location" and then paste that into Windows Media Player under "File" then "Play Url"...

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Throw.Radio. EPISODE 9... feat. Spencer Butt

2007-04-19T09:05:00.000-07:00

" What I'm doing and thinking
right now... matters to me."
-Spencer Butt

Episode 9 has been freshly pressed off the pause button for your listening pleasure. Yes, that's right in Throw Radio world episode 9's come before episode 8's! This show is so sick and anybody who saw Spencer feature at the Throw.it.thru.your.speakers. POETRY SLAM this past weekend knows my fascination and adoration for this particular Man slash Poet. Spencer answers some interview questions and read's some work he didn't perform last Saturday. Hailing from Uxbridge Ontario, Spencer has been poetizing around Toronto for awhile now and his arms and legs are getting even longer reaching cities across Canada far and wide. He was a member of the 2006 Toronto National Poetry Slam team. He's in a punk band that is taking a little break, so no doubt you will be seeing more of him on poetry stages all over Toronto. Check out his myspace (www.myspace.com/thirtysecondblurbs) where he regularly posts events and shows he's doing. Purchase his chapbooks "Sometimes I wish Raptors still existed so I could get disemboweled and finally spill my guts to someone" and "My name is Scientist." If you saw him last Saturday night at the slam for CRYING OUT LOUD post some comments about what you thought of his craft here on my blog or on his myspace.

Thank you to everyone who came out and if you missed it, well... upon further examination, you missed the time of your life. Hope to see you at the next slam which will feature Saturday night's winner Kym Dominique Ferguson! (Probably around mid June, sill finalizing the venue)

Watch out for episode 1o which will feature
highlights from the first Throw.it.thru.your.speakers
POETRY SLAM... which took place on April 14th 2007.

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Visual Verbal Explosion Like

2007-04-09T16:03:00.000-07:00

Y'all should come to this open mic!
It's bridging the Creative Writing
and Visual Art Departments...

thats just dope!

2007-04-05T19:04:00.000-07:00

Ka-bam!

she so sexy

2007-04-05T08:57:00.000-07:00

THROW SLAM VENUE CHANGE!

Almost had a heart attack when I found out Toc Toc is shutting down and canceling all their shows. Not to worry. I'm a determined little pup. Nothing other than the venue has changed. It is even a bit of a better location. The prizes are getting really good guys. I hope your practicing your pieces!

Throw.it.thru.your.Speakers POETRY SLAM!
Saturday April 14th 2007
Poet Signup @ 8pm Slam starts @ 8:30pm
2 Rounds. Bring it.

It's all gonna happen at Cafe Chaos
2031 St.Denis (corner Ontario)

Throw Radio Goes Green! (Episode 7)

2007-03-29T11:00:00.000-07:00

They.Be.Ruminating.

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(copy and paste it into your browwwwwwwwser. please.)

Episode Seven and Eight will feature Natalie Edwards and Brian Davis, two sexy Canadian scientists both in the field of genetics at University of Toronto. (Okay. so their not scientists, they're creative writing students... ) But they've got their heads screwed on really really right and I love them. In this episode we ruminate on the struggles facing humanity today and they speak about seeing David Suzuki and Al Gore at the Palais De Congress last week. These are big issues and wherever you are, you've probably been feeling the effects of the repercussions from our treatment of the environment. We had the craziest winter in Canada, Montreal and Toronto saw their warmest Decembers yet. The cherry blossoms in Washington bloomed in January. (you'd think they'd notice!?) Personally I see this as a part of something bigger. Our environment is a part of us. We are not seperate from it. So in a sense, the way we have treated it is the way we have been treating ourselves. I feel it's a deeper issue in the evolution of our species then what people make it out to be and David Suzuki, Natalie and Brian get that. The way these three people embrace the concept of CHANGE is where it's at.

Enjoy these two episodes and POST SOME FUCKING COMMENTS!

imax your love

2007-03-21T20:23:00.000-07:00

I went postering tonight. It was raining slightly. The streets were quiet and they gleamed. It was magical. I felt hardcore. I felt the sting on my lip every time I snapped the tape through my teeth. Hair got caught, blonde strands got stuck up with the posters. Laying my latte down in the snow as I did my job at every lamp post, phone booth, mail box, bathroom stall. Feeling sneaky. Random folk walking by with a look on their face like: "Who is this mamacita?" I've always loved graffiti. I think poetry and graffiti should be wed in holy matrimony on a beach in Waikiki. I went to my old neighbourhood and postered triple hard there. Maybe theres a lonely poet living in my old 1.5 and when she see's my posters she'll go... "Finally... a poetry slam in this city!" My calves be happy. I threw my heart at the streets tonite. Gripped it, held it pumping infront of my face like a bowling ball , swung back and then I let it go. And yes. I'm a keener. I love to live in imax. dramatic.

Throw your saliva at an audience? or your heart to the concrete?

Throw.it.thru.your.speakers.#6.

2007-03-20T07:51:00.000-07:00

Episode 6 and a very big annoucement!

Welcome to the sixth episode of Throw it thru your speakers!

I perform a poem, talk politics of the poetry world, play a Supertramp song and announce the first ever...

THROW IT THRU YOUR SPEAKERS POETRY SLAM!

Here are the details!

Saturday April 14th 2007

6091 Ave. Du Parc

(Take the #80 bus up parc and get off at the corner of Van Horne)

2 rounds
Poet signup 8pm.
Slam starts at 8:30pm
$5 cover

FEATURING: Spencer Butt
(Toronto poet and national slam team member)

So spread the word!

WARNING-WARNING-WARNING-WARNING-WARNING-WARNING-WARNING-WARNING This is not just another boring poetry reading. This is blow your mind, passionate, political and thrilling live poetry at it's best. And the most fantastic thing about it? YOU get to decide who goes onto the second round.

The Rules for this slam are clearly outlined in episode six. If you don't know much about poetry slams in general go to www.poetryslam.com.

To hear 'Safe' by Roger Bonair Agard and Marty McConnell go to www.indiefeedpp.libsyn.com (episode six features a response poem to their piece.) It's a stunningly beautiful piece. Go and listen.

Lastly, to learn and hear more of Spencer Butt and his amazing mouth go to www.myspace.com/thirtysecondblurbs

Thanks for listening! Post comments! Be happy! Namaste!

LISTEN HERE:
http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1174402652.mp3

(Copy and Paste the above into your browser or find me on itunes)

2007-02-12T17:43:00.000-08:00

My Podcast Alley feed! {pca-299e66a3b653e3f8ab6af35534dd64b9}

Throw.it.thru.your.speakers.episode.five!

2007-02-12T10:24:00.000-08:00

Jindalee is a Ladybug and I wanna ride her!

Welcome Welcome Welcome to episode number five! Finally! The Throw it thru your speakers podcast is back mutha fuckahs... get your ipods or other mp3 players ready because this full hour episode is gonna warm your ears in the cold of February. No hats! No earmuffs! Just a party in your ears! This episode features some random freestyles, the story of how Jindalee and I met, a new spoken word piece from me entitled 'Yellow' and ofcourse Jindalee's music. She plays two tracks one called 'Yellow Door' and 'The Thames.' I will be posting her new myspace link soon. I am hoping to continue posting episodes more regularly now and bring lots of great content, colabs and jams with Montreal artists. Also check out Ali Naccarato's Lip Zine website, she just launched her sixth issue and I think you can pick it up at the Concordia Co-op bookstore. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hit me up with comments here on my blog. ENJOY! and... I can't resist... Happy soon-to-be Valentines Day. I know its a bullshit hallmark day but real love, the kind that is unconditional and doesn't expect anything back is healthy for everyone to practice. So take mine, in the form of this episode. Bitches. x MishL

oh yeah, here is the link, copy and paste it into your browser if you know whats good for you:

http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1171302810.mp3

Throw it thru your speakers episode #4 fer real!

2006-08-30T20:08:00.000-07:00

LISTEN TO THROW IT THRU YOUR SPEAKERS #4 HERE:
http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1156991926.mp3

In this show I feature non other than the magestic inspiring stylistics of mister Andrew Craig! He's always been a Mister and he always will be! After much struggle (audacity being a bitch, long bus rides and new sound board thingys) this episode is delivered to you with great satisfaction. It was super fun and felt like we were literally throwing what we had thru the speakers with reckless abandon and determination. Big shout outs and thank you's to Mister AC for his time and dedication to this project. Hopefully he will be back on the show at some point so we can do a little colab ditty again. So we play Andrew's song "Time will tell" and I die of listening elation syndrome and then we play Mister Chris Masson's poem "Check this Out." He gonna be on the show real soon. See his lovely mother's guacamole recipe below! and then we close out with Andrew's ever so intense LIVE track "Inner Eye Blind." Finally check out Andrew's band at www.myspace.com/tinydanza... or email him at...theangrywaffle@gmail.com (it could be hotmail) AND GO SEE CHRIS' PLAY: Gross Indecency; The three trials of Oscar Wilde. Playing till Sept 2nd and 11th at the Mainline Theatre 3997 St. Laurent Blvd. Call 514 540-0774 for tickets or hit up tickets@gravybath.com. He's really good at everything he does.... they just be plain supahumans i am telling you.

Next episode won't be for atleast another two weeks as I am haulin ass to Montreal again for the school year. Not sure for how long I will be without internet connection but please comment and hit me up on Myspace... www.myspace.com/mishlalala. I really would LOVE to know what you think of this episode and I'm sure Andrew would too.

Hope you enjoy! Stay alert, stay safe. Happy back to school sexy's. MUAAAAHHHHHS.

MISHL

ps. i need to promise u one of my new poems for one of the next couple of casts... there. i promised. good.

This oughta get the party moving.
xoxo
mom

Masson’s Guacamole

1 large avocado (make sure it isn’t too firm; it should be a little soft and brownish-green)
1 tbsp. olive oil
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1 or 2 tsp. vinegar or apple cider vinegar (or more, if you like)
1 clove garlic, crushed
¼ to ½ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. pepper
1/8 tsp oregano
dash or more of Tabasco and/or cayenne pepper

Mash avocado coarsely, add other ingredients. Or just throw everything in a food processor, including optional ingredients below if desired. Chill before serving with nachos or pita. Double or triple recipe for more people.
options:
½ green pepper, diced fine
1 small onion chopped fine
1 tomato diced fine
¼ tsp chilly flakes
2-5 tbsp. sour cream

Throw it thru your speakers episode #3

2006-08-18T06:30:00.000-07:00

Episode #3 is dedicated to
Lily Victoria Ryan the first.

Leila and I talk slightly politico,
rap you a school girl rhyme and
I play the song "We don't care."
by Common Unity.

Check them at www.myspace.com/psummind.
Next two episodas will be great as
I will be featuring the uber talented
Andrew Craig, actor, dancer, musician extraordinaire
and Mister Spencer Butt. Slam champion. period.
ENJOY! and hit me back with comments, ideas or criticism.

Love, MishL

EAR DIS NOW! Just copy and paste into your browser...
http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1155853137.mp3

2006-08-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

Third episode coming soon.... i swear!

2006-08-13T10:38:00.000-07:00

Sexy poets and the like...

Firstly, a big shout out and thankyou to Simon Toon who is kinda reminding me to stay on track and for his support and comment on the Association of Poetry Podcasting forum. You should all go there and check it out. I really support the idea of connecting poetry podcasters aswell as supporting new ones. Like me! I can't wait to get my third episode up so I could hopefully join the forum. Secondly, here is Throw Radio's RSS feed:

http://feeds.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/index.xml

A direct link should also be found on the left in my links section. After a crazy trip to Montreal to find my apartment and do much damage to my liver, the next third episode is very much on it's way. So stay tuned. I would also like to thank many of you who have commented and sent me emails expressing your interest and support. You rock! The next three episodes are gonna be dope! Lots of surprises and amazingly talented guests. Keep smiling because summer is still here and the sun is still shining and the world is full of amazing podcasts. Muchlove-MishL

ps. the story behind the pic is that when in Montreal last week at Tamtams ( a huge drumming circle which happens in MontRoyal every Sunday) I took this picture of this couple, originally with my Polaroid. Then after admiring it for about half an hour I went up to them bashfully:"Uhm. hi. bonjour. excuse moi. I hope you don't think this is weird. But i just wanted to give you this." They were pretty happy. It felt good to make some strangers happy. This pic posted is the version I took with my digital camera. Spread the love people. Spread the love.

Throw it thru your speakers episode #2

2006-07-29T23:19:00.000-07:00

for now... here is the link to listen to the second episode... proper update and info to follow when my eyes don't feel like 1000 stone, not even pounds, stone! (the british way to weigh urself)

http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1154177823.mp3

Ennnnnjoy.

The first ever episode of Throw it Thru your Speakers!

2006-07-21T08:38:00.000-07:00

it is with great excitement and many bio chemical reactions all over my body that i can announce the posting of my first ever episode of The Throw it Thru your Speakers Podcast. You can listen here: http://dl01.blastpodcast.com/throwradio/16021_1153495467.mp3 in quicktime or find it on itunes. It's a loooooong episode... my apologies, but there were alot of things to say and introduce. In this episode Milenko and I birth my creative Canadian baby. Talk about why I'm doing this, tell tour stories and meditation retreat stories. The song I play at the end is by Nick Jaksic from the Uk, you can check him at www.myspace.com/jaksic. You can find more info about the poetry slam happening this Saturday in Toronto at the Drake at www.torontopoetryslam.com. So many links! I will be trying to keep the shows under 30-40 minutes. I would be very blessed and lucky to have anyone listen and hopefully be a little entertained. I promise to always keep it interesting, sexy and crazy fun. The next couple of shows should be dope with lots of different amazing guests. I would love to hear your comments about the first show and tell me what you think, good or bad. Any feedback would be appreciated. You can comment right here on my blog... send me a myspace message/comment at www.myspace.com/mishlalala or email me at waterdancinginaglasshalffull@yahoo.co.uk. Hope you enjoy and everyone is having a dope summer. Lots of love and metta. MishL.
ps. i will be flyerin my heart out sat nite and the drake. hope to see u there.

back in buisness

2006-06-20T08:16:00.000-07:00

after a longgggggg struggle with my computer and deleting microsoft word before a defrag like the real fool that I am it looks like i am coaxing this bitch back to health or somewhat of a sustainable state to be able to start re-focusing on my plans to start a podcast. oooh sexy long sentence. okay anyways.... this summer so far has been like a good dream and i dont want to wake up yet. I will be away from June 28th to July 9th so hopefully the official launch will be somewhere mid July. I managed to swindle a fancy good quality recorder in exchange for a pleasant lunch at fresh so i can record beyond the walls of my room. Basically the whole show will be about slam poetry and trying to expose what is goin on in Canada, but im not stuck on this, probably at the beginnning it will be about everything and nothing and then see where it naturally flows. Im now on myspace aswell, www.myspace.com/mishla i think.... To anyone that voted for me on slam idol in the past couple of weeks, thankyou so much for your support. Keep listening to Simon's wicked show and all my writer friends should be freaking submitting their shit to him, ie. Kevin! Spencer! even Milenko.... just do it! www.slamidolpodcast.com Also everyone should check out www.krystlemullin.com, a rockin ldy who I just saw Slam this past Saturday at Cervejaria. Good to see such a strong femme presence, she almost took the money until the worthy Leviathin stole the audience with his "12 yr old girls sippin herpes like 7-ll slurpees" I'm sure thats not exactly the line but I loved it! Cool. So keep checkin back for the announcement of the first show and hope everyone is havin a fantastic summer. i be back in buisness even if nobody cares.... (yet)

Happy News

2006-05-10T06:31:00.000-07:00

Working on a billion projects. Summer in full swing, I already have the tan lines to prove it. Chillen in Toronto now after moving all my stuff into storage in Montreal. Wishing anyone who stumbles onto here lots of good times, enlightenment and happiness.

Listen to one of my poems on http://slamidol.tripod.com/ and then VOTE FOR ME IF YOU LOVE IT. Do you love it? You lovvvvvve it. Don't deny me your love peoples!

AND

Listen to me MC-ing and reading from my short story "Toilet Bowl Sunset" at www.zekesgallery.blogspot.com. This was the end of the year reading for my advanced fiction workshop run by the amazing Mikhail Iossel. I was so honored to have him as a teacher and also be in a class full of such incredible talented writers. Holla!

AND

Get ready for some intense poetry slamming! On Sunday May 21st there is a huge slam at the El Mocombo for $5. Signup is at 8:30. Read more about it at www.torontopoetryslam.com

AND

Stay tuned, big announcement coming soon.

F's in your A's and BJ's for all of you./MishL/Myszka

"You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine."
-Rumi

Published in Sage of Conciousness ezine

2006-03-05T08:50:00.000-08:00

Three poems and one short story of mine have

been published in Sage of Conciousness ezine.
Volume 2 issue 1, Dialogue: Musical Voices.

The issue can be viewed at the following link:
http://www.ez4.sageofcon

I also just finished a poetry project which included
writing eighty travel poems that have a story running
through them. These will also be published on the web
probably in late spring. Details and the link when it's ready.

Sporadic morning scanning

2005-12-09T08:39:00.000-08:00

its backward

2005-12-04T09:48:00.001-08:00

Blogging is...

2005-12-03T08:57:00.000-08:00

The Bloggies

Blogging is instantaneous. To blog is to directly impart energy with intention. A blog is a vivid block of space, with words breathing through it, existing in this intangible dimension we’ve created called the Internet. Ever noticed how Internet is always supposed to be spelled with a capital? Try not to, and see how Microsoft word reprimands you. Possessing an active blog is almost like possessing your own little world where everything exists, as you will it. It’s subtly playing God. There is something about reading writer’s blogs, something compromising that kind of creeps me out about it. The words, they pull me in. But it all feels so fictional. The writer and creator, is who ever I choose to make up, or imagine in my mind—at that moment. It is supremely different than reading anything written off the page because somehow the work is the work and it is meant to stand on it’s own. You don’t question who is behind the words so much. And even if you do, the questions pertain much more to the person in relation to that independent piece of work. There are only the words you see in front of you, not the rest of the words in the form of links, which you have the ability to click on, taking you to more words, and more words, and more… etc. Blogs carry so much more personal and intimate detail on the writer/creators life, that perhaps; it is a little distracting to the reader. While I am reading, sometimes amazingly written pieces, thoughts, rants, bits of information. My mind is somehow straying and I am imagining the person and the constructed ‘persona’ and how they are colliding while sitting in the chair, typing away, maybe sipping tea. Maybe even receiving a blowjob. I am sure that the percentage of people who speak on their phones at home, or are chatting on the net, or are writing their blogs, while simultaneously receiving fellatio, is stunningly and allusively gigantic.

Blogging lets us inside the mind of someone we don’t know and have no affiliation to. It’s kind of weird, no?

Writer Blogs and the physical act of writing.

Even now, as I am writing this—there are pauses. I stop, I think, I ponder. I struggle with the concept of what non-fiction is and if this is a worthy argument. I am unable to write this without my own criticism. University may have poisoned my capacity for expression. This is all in the back of my mind. But, even though these things are not seen, they infiltrate themselves somehow magically into the text. When the writer writes, where are they? They are no longer in the room. They are momentarily transcending reality. However, they aren’t just transported into the computer, onto the screen, paving out the words through some html’d background of snow, with big boots on. They are somewhere in between. And blogging, somehow captures this. People suddenly, are so willing and ready to put themselves out there, in a monumental gesture and claim to the whole world: ‘This Is Me, and I can exist here however I want because you can’t see me and I can’t see you and all you can do is click on Reply to Post.’ Has anyone noticed how many harlequin, romance, overtly Christian writer blogs are infesting the net? Many aspiring novelists and writer’s seem to want to document every little minute of their struggle toward publication. (If they even get there.) But why then, if blogging is an opportunity to have billions of people read your work, do writer’s give into the temptation of photographing their Cat’s or revealing their latest blah blah blahs. Firstly, people have enough of that in their own life, or can log onto non-writer blogs to read that shit. Why do writer’s, think that just because they are writer’s, people are going to care about their every Wow, Wobble and Woe? Secondly, why are there so few writer’s actually using and manipulating the art of blogging to their true advantage. I am not demoting the value in publishing personal journals or the act of sharing and expressing your thoughts, but at least, make it interesting. Have an angle. I could never even imagine posting something that I didn’t think would not just be interesting but also stimulating for the reader, to ask new questions, think new concepts and thoughts. Not every writer’s blog needs a target market. But they do need something to show their audience that it’s going to be worth coming back to their blog. Conclusively, how much do blog writers, truly have to face their audience? How much of blogging is performance? Some new and revolutionary technological medium for performance founded in the millennium of 2005.

The words are imprinted, and they stay there.

Considering the fast pace with which the internet seems to expand day by day, much of the time in part to the struggling, passionate and ‘desperate to reach someone—anyone, out there who might be interested’ blog obsessed writers and artists, how in ten to twenty years is this going to effect libraries, books, publishers and paper mills in general? Is blogging paving a way for writers to become more closely linked with their readers and vica versa? Is technology raising and intensifying our level of communication. Or is it stunting our brains and making our numb asses grow bigger and bigger? Will it ever get to the point where our children will have to document every single little thought or event of their lives on a blog, and could that be considered blogging more than actually living? I don’t think anyone can invision Chapters, Indigo or Borders going bust. I have heard people say that in fifty years, books (and the tangible page) will no longer exist. Or is it that books and literature are of the few things making our social progression possible? Literature is not like music, where sounds jump from vinyl, to cassette tape, to CD and now to MP3. The words are imprinted, and they stay there. The Internet is too changeable to house words solely on it’s own. Without the existence of printed matter, I don’t think the Internet has the capacity to completely reign over any part of society. But you do see cases of young people needing rehabilitation, after being determined ‘addicted to the internet.’ The internet, I suppose, can still be a dimension of personal extension and Blogging reflects this. Notice the green squiggles under my uncapitalized ‘internet.’

Accessibility to harvested thoughts.

Blogging is beautiful and worth it for both writer and reader. Blogs are providing fresh communication amongst the planets inhabitants. The best scenario would be if Blogger created or bought from someone who created a mega fast translator that could translate all blogs into whatever language the reader desired. That would be ultimate accessibility to harvested thoughts from all over the globe. I see people’s blogs and I wonder what kind of people they are and try to imagine this with whatever sources they grant me with.

I invite you to explore the deep mysterious realm of blogs and arrive at your own conclusions as well. Here are some solid blogs with a focus and something to offer, with creators who seem to know what they’re doing. Definitely worth checking out if you need a blog fill, and some websites for good measure.

A seven-year-old prodigy wrier,
www.adorasvitak.com

A redneck with a typewriter,
www.rickquick.blogspot.com

365 tomorrows presents readers with one new piece of short speculative fiction each day for one year, www.365tomorrows.com

55 word fiction: A collection of 55 word stories written by various Indian bloggers,
www.55-words.blogspot.com

Post-teenage non-angst as an art form,
www.sillysod.blogspot.com

The winding maze, ANFRACTUOSITY: a certain kind of opaque and circuitous legal prose, seemingly designed more to confuse than to clarify.
www.anfractuosity.blogspot.com

Blog of Funk: The every day story of the smell of sex,
www.funk.co.uk/2005/11/uncle-beer.html

Highly controversial stories from the ultimate misogynist
(Ladies and feminists beware, no matter how much you
don’t like it, you will not be able to stop reading…)
www.tuckermax.com

Where writers swap ideas about creative courage, the writing life, and keeping going.
www.peggypayne.blogspot.com

Straight out confessions in every category of the seven deadly sins.
www.notproud.com

2005-11-13T09:48:00.000-08:00

Mama

2005-11-05T21:36:00.000-08:00

I miss my mama. This is her my age. When I look at these pictures I am astounded and something is pulling me into that time. Like I was there, except I wasn't. I always see her as this enigma and I look up to her like crazy. So classic. So stylish. So gorgeous. So subtle but confident with her little dog.
Also it's all about what is left behind. No-one really takes care of their pictures. We album some, we frame some. BUt then there are some we forget about. They get left in a box, inbetween book pages. I think my mum has kind of forgotten this one exists so Ima frame some for Xmas for her and surprise her.

Still shy

2005-11-05T08:31:00.000-08:00

Im gonna continue to post images from my image bank for awhile until I get used to this damned thing and reason with myself why I am doing it. I have looked at so many other blogs. I want to make my own template but i don't know if I am that computer savvy yet. I'm not gonna tell ANYONE about this bloggy thingy until I get it to the state I want it to be in. This collage I made in London and was submitted as the cover of my portfolio for Concordia's creative writing program. I like it. Especially the caterpillar. The mushroom behind him is a Fly Agaric I think. Anyway I'm excited about this but it's gonna build slowly and there is no rush. Just little blurbs and more images until I figure this whole thing out.

2005-11-05T08:06:00.000-08:00

Leila says this looks like a Mermaid stuck somewhere in the depths of the ocean. Leila and I have an oceanic affinity.