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The Tiny Tricycle Poets are three wheels eager for playfulness, brought to life in Vancouver, BC. They are made up of a National Slam Champion, a Provincial Slam Champion and a Bacon Slam Champion. They joined forces after bonding at a week-long clowning class. They’ve shared the stage with clowns, musicians and politicians.
As a spoken word trio, they have had a 8 city tour through the Pacific Northwest in summer 2017 and a tour across Canada in summer 2018.
They have performed at the Sunset Beach Festival and the Davie Street Block Party among many other festivals and events including Family Fuse at the Vancouver Art Gallery.
They also host their own show, Between Three Wheels, at the Havana Theatre where they want to talk about what they miss at slams. They highlight a poet from the Canadian community and through a comedy lens, ask them questions about how their work is rejected from literary journals, if they have to work at Starbucks regardless of being the Poet Laureate… all that funny stuff.
The Tiny Tricycle Poets have a residency at the Roundhouse Community Centre where they engage youth in playful clown and poetry workshops and showcases for performance.
They have a wacky YouTube channel where you can follow them on their journey through poetry and play.
To book the tiny tricycle poets, who do both birthday parties for kids and burlesque shows, please e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org
A spoken word film, a collaboration between moses c.c, rhé and Merissa Victor.
This is going back to this beautiful book that I read over the summer, by John Brockman who curates Smart People’s (Professors, Doctors, Candle Stick Makers) answers to extremely fascinating questions. I want to talk about this book, 2012 : WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DEEP, ELEGANT, OR BEAUTIFUL EXPLANATION? and specifically throw my two cents in on top of Benjamin K. Bergen entry.
He points out that Aristotle and your English Teachers have told you to construct a proper metaphors you compare two things that are similar to each other in an overarching way. So “Juliet is the sun” works because they are both radiant.
But Bergen points out the work George Lakoff and Mark Johnson in the book, Metaphors We Live By, and says all of that is bogus. Metaphoric language isn’t random and based on similarity at all, it is much more deep, elegant and yet simple.
I’m going to outline his logic for you:
What metaphors are: abstract things that you describe in terms of concrete things. ie Morality is more abstract than cleanliness. He’s clean= he has no criminal record. BUT, You cannot reverse this. Concrete things can’t be the explanation for abstractions. Metaphors don’t work like this: He’s moral= doesn’t mean he’s bathed. In semiotics, the red dress stands for sexual liberation, but sexual liberation can never stand for the red dress.
So metaphors work because they tap into a structured mapping between the two conceptual domains in people’s minds. So metaphors are way more than a linguistic device based on similarity- they are the ability to create paths which we literally UNDERSTAND/(see- (pun intended)) the world in.
This is where I think poetry is insurmountably important, by creating new metaphors and that work, we are uncovering how life is thought of in our collective consciousness. I think that is pretty amazing. Poets literally become people that are writing out the puzzles to how humanity functions. It is a process of decoding and revealing these maps that for one reason or another already exist in everybody’s minds. It is a beautiful process of explaining, the otherwise unexplainable and gesturing to a code of humanity with your words. Creating metaphors that work, is one step closer to identifying how we process and understand the world. Poets are literal explorers of the mind, discovering and writing the map for us all.
“Castrate your TV.
Burn Down Your Beliefs.
Make Music from your Morbid Memories
Take your firework failures and turn them into sonic flume…
Because this here, and this now, this here and this now
Is a proton
Parading out of a bang for you
Is galaxies pulling themselves into the deepest magician holes for you
Is late heavy Neptune. Hydrogen fused.
Water moved. The earth grew from a mushroom.
How the cows turned their beaks and mooed for you
How the stars sonic boomed your name like a silhouette they will travel to the future for
How, this is what it feels like to be alive before the grim sinks in.
That night I burned down my beliefs
That night I danced with myself like the space between my atoms was the kindest lover
That I danced with myself like my radio was my air-wave holy
That night, I wish you had heard how the music moves for you.
So stretch your nuclei
So stretch your nuclei
Because it feels so good to shift in the space in your skeleton and keep moving
Soon you will be in sheets with your genesis
Catching fire with your breathlessness
You are the precipice
The space between your mouth, your music, your mind
Is a whole bible of endlessness
I will recite for you
This world was built to grow with you
So let it move you
Move you like Magic.”