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T. Paul Ste. Marie
T. Paul, a.k.a. the SwankHipster, has been adding that needed zing,
that heated passion, the old proverbial touch of class to events across B.C. for over
5 years now. Whether emceeing your music, awards, presentational/promotional events,
acting in shows such as Tony 'n Tina's Wedding and Freight Train Land-a hip hop opera,
or performing spoken word on CBC's Zed TV, the Folk Fest, New Music West or representing
your band/organization/act, as your promoter, or as your media liaison T. Paul shows why he is one of Vancouver's most
in-demand personalities/promoters/producers! You can find the SwankHipster every Sunday
at Café Montmartre, 4362 Main Street @ 28th Ave, Vancouver BC, where he hosts
Thundering Word Heard.
T. Paul has been offering spoken word in schools, full day performances & workshops, for
secondary students created to inspire their use of language and rhythm through performance
poetry since 2001. For more info visit
Artstarts in Schools or T.Paul's
Book Me page.
Contact:
T. Paul Ste. Marie (a.k.a. SwankHipster)
Selected Poem:
INVOCATION
We need
PASSION
to put
words into context
to
formulate a pretext worthy
of our
cut-and -paste verbal
aching to
be heard
thunderclap
blurred
quake-shake
that thundering word herd
to
play those
changes
that
rearrange us
rain down
rhythmic rhyme-time
jazz-jazz-jazzy clime
axe teases
in the
licks chaotic
brrrrap-bap-bap-0-matic
PASSION
bring on
the axiomatic
round sound
midnight drumroll fury-
ocity
velocity
squeeze
beat angel wings
'til they
sing sweet
drink the
bebop sax
the wing
drip wax
of them
that flew too close to the sun
fillin'
holy souls and tongues
with the
ever changin'
always in
the now
manic minds
eye milkmaid
leading the
tongue tied
to the teat
that paid the fare
with their
jailtime press
and their
pain was not in vain
they were
paving the wagon train ruts with gluts
of tarry
thick ideas
fresh with
bloodsweat extract
doin' that
literal literary lowstick limbo
into the
next generation
of word
play sensation-
alists
like us
thinkin'
'bout
what to say
and how to
say it
that beat
in rhyme
and time to
play it
We need
PASSION
to bask in
extremes
to set our
wet absurdist dreams
in flight
through
tarpaper night satellite kite crowded skies
where our
white noise pen toys
spin
spiderweb thin
sinewy
monkey limbs
limberly
groping at new poetical chins
our fingers
licks spittle
thick with
ripe hype glory
pricks the
juice-blown words
tasting
flying syllables
invisible
chords tying them
to howling
celestial forms
storm
voices that are
politic /
lunatic / heretic
our kinetic
kites collide
in starry
night skies
with leaky
loud electric pens
our
ecclectic process begins
where it
never left off
sound
richness
rhythmic
hitches
content
stitches
together
pop-pop-poppinn'
a hole
in the
whole of time
art serving
purpose
continues
expansion
in the
Universe of Rhyme
We need
PASSION
to invoke
the everyday
everyman
tin pan
alley trashcan huckster scam
slam
sing-song banter
that is
simple
sinful
with those
blam blam blam gunshot phrases
that glazed
ham
canned heat
edge of
your seat
repartee
because we
learned from those who told it
who origami
folded visions
in deserts
dry
selling
passers by
wordy
purple fishes
from their
oceans of sand
We've got
to
EXPAND
on this
vocabulary
form a
mental constabulary
arresting
ignorance at hand
because
knowledge
IS
power
the sting
bee in the flower
that
pollinates and seeds
with
concepts overgrowing
the weeds
of conformity
building
bridges of wisdom
over the
dull beige schism
torn by
sitcom mentally
and wisdom
culminates awaiting cultivation
by our
visual cortex
spiritual
vortex whirling
helix
twirling out
the answers
to our prayers
and the
spoken word blares
from
invocation
to creation
occurring
within
the process
of lookin'
for words to say.
AND SOME
DAYS THEY SPLIT ATOMS
AND SOME
DAYS THEY KICK STONES
today they
find our voice.
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