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Brandon Wint, a two-time national champion of poetry slam and one of Canada’s most beloved and well-respected spoken word artists, released his first full length album, The Long Walk Home, on April 22nd, 2016. The album, a unique one within the landscape of Canadian spoken word, is a deeply articulate, passionate exploration of one poet’s relationship to love, belonging, mortality and ancestry. The Long Walk Home was written and recorded in Ottawa, Ontario, and features contributions from such noteworthy artists as Alex Millaire (Moonfruits) and Don Charette (formerly of Big Balade). The album is a stirring, direct and thoughtful follow-up to Brandon Wint’s 2014 EP, Devotion, and takes the poet’s characteristically soft-spoken, big-hearted approach to spoken word, and marries it to classical compositions led by piano, cello, violin and viola. Stand-out tracks like “Home” display Brandon’s unique ability to reflect upon the natural world and bring it to life in visceral, striking and sensuous imagery. On the whole, The Long Walk Home manages to be nuanced, subtle, and luscious at once, providing its listeners with the sort of experience that can bring about relaxation, introspection, and at the very best of times, even healing.
The Long Walk Home is available exclusively via digital platforms. To buy the album, or to hear preview tracks, visit:
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I loved with every last atom in my body and by the age of 26 I was bankrupt. The vault in my heart was emptied and resentment moved in. That lowly currency called Regret filled my pockets.
I will not be fooled again. I will not fall for your lies anymore.
I chased after the unreachable. An illusion called love. Or at least what I thought was love. I believed if I gave it all, then love would be reciprocated. So I stayed. Even when I knew it was time to leave. Like a prisoner in isolation, you get used to the numbness. It becomes normal. I stuck around even after my release date because the unknown is scarier than the pain of disregard.
This time will be different, I said time and time again. Only to experience the same fate of previous encounters. I was a train with no brakes headed for the end of the line.
Jump out! Save yourself! But my legs were stuck to the floor… Until I crashed.
How many of you have been to the land of Hurt? That place deep within the heart where pain is most pronounced. Have you loved and lost, gotten back up, and lost again? Gravity has never been beaten. What goes up must come down, and what is held tightly soon crumbles.
This time I will stay on the ground. I will not get up. I give up! That’s when the most unexpected thing happened.
I crashed. She sat down next to me and listened. Her eyes gazed at me with empathy and I felt safe. It was not the first time she had done this. Heart break after heart break she took on the role of loving friend. She allowed me to drop truck loads of anger and disappointment at her feet. She helped me clean up the mess, never asking for anything in return. She mended my wounds with her kind words and provided a glimmer of hope with her presence.
It was then that I stopped trying to force love and allowed it to flow through me instead. Her love for me poured into my heart like a hot spring and I became aware. I finally understood that love is a river. I can fight the current all I want, or I can allow it to lead me.
Lust and Love are not synonymous. Pride and conquest are not equal to humility and acceptance. Chasing after love and living out love are two different things.
I was defeated and humiliated. Only then was I ready to accept the healing power of surrender. I no longer needed to prove myself; to demonstrate my strength or cunning wit. It is when I arrived in the land of Vulnerable that I found what I was seeking. That place where nakedness is exposed and the fiction of who I portray to be is unmasked. What is left after this undressing is what I call true love.
In that moment I kissed her. And to this day I have not stopped.
Note: featured image by Wanessa Clajus