Kyle "Guante" Tran Myhre - Small Talk
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- Опубліковано 14 жов 2024
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Kyle "Guante" Tran Myhre, performing at Honey in Minneapolis, MN.
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He's such a good poet, dude. Even when he purposely makes it a bit clunky so we feel the awkwardness, his voice still makes it sound just a little bit like music. Great talent
He's tremendous with the self expression lol
LOVE THIS. Also I kept counting his fingers because my brain was convinced the dramatic metaphor was gonna become bloody real quick.
thenormalstate I was internally checking to see if part of his finger was gone
Hot damn. I don't know how you even find the words for this.
I fell in love with his art when I first saw him perform at my school and every poem since then has proven why that was a brilliant move.
He is just lovely in the most visceral of ways.
"lovely in the most visceral of ways"
I bought his book and I absolutely do not regret it. I highly recommend buying it.
Glad you enjoyed it!
aaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy thanks for posting.
Your words are amazing. Keep doing what you do.
+GUANTE I love you so much!!!! You are amazing!! Keep doing what you do man!!! >v
+GUANTE I love your stuff! My favorite is "Ten Responses to the Phrase Man Up". Your words are powerful. Keep on going on with your bad self.
+GUANTE I dont think you understand. You are powerful. I trust you with that power, you are using it for the right reasons. Thank you.
I love you ahhhhh 😍😍😍😍 when are you performing next ?
Never get tired of the passion in his voice. Should be signed to Rhymesayers by now surely
He’s got a voice like broken, melted glass. Certain sharp peaks, with smooth melted valleys.
INCREDIBLE stage presence!! This was a true joy to watch. Thank you for sharing!
I re watch this poem every time I’m feeling misunderstood or just in a bad mood. It always makes me feel better. I love his work
I'm a turtle without a shell. Pulling myself out of the magicians hat, night after night, leaving fragments of my body in every dusty corner of this country AND I HAVE THE SCARS TO PROVE IT
First time watching you. I love the way you phrase things, the pauses, the tone. Amazing work. I used to write poetry when I was sad and now that I'm not so sad I don't write much anymore. "My bones have done a good job keeping me up" I fell in love with that one phrase. Beautiful
Fell in love with guante when I heard people doing his poems at the Minneapple this year.
I love his voice and his honesty
You are, without a doubt, one of my favorite poets I've come across
This poem is so real. So honest. Beautiful.
Wow your passion just inspires me! Your truly a voice and a messenger for those who are silent, suppressing these kinds of thoughts on so any Topics.. I Literally choked up in tears from your "10 responses to the phrase man up".. Love your work Guante !
Guante is such an amazing poet. I aspire to be half the man that he is
I have goosebumps all over my body. What an amazing poet! You feel his words and emotions.
A lesson is here to be learnt you can rant all day long and call it slam poetry but when you add emotions and expression then you go to another level fantastic piece of work
You make me feel like I finally belong, this poem spoke to me more than I could have ever imagined, more tha I can explain, more than you will ever know... Thank you for this... You've inspired me...I love this poem...
What a guy to bring home to your parents that's all I can say
I absolutely love the way he ends the poem and his stage presence
Finally a TRUE poet. Too many wannabes online. Some people are just born poets and artistic. This is one of them.
one of my favorites now
I was very excited to watch this. A beautiful piece, yet again.
this is my favorite freaking thing. I've got goosebumps and Im in love
so he's a magician
this is literally one of the best poems ahhh
I've been sitting in classes and going to office hours this past week and kept thinking about this poem. Glad Button Poetry posted it. Now to watch the video from the OG +GUANTE page
2022 and I keep finding myself coming back
New favourite poet !!!!! Damn I love him 😭✨🖤
The passion you feel is amazing bruv. I feel it. Teach me
I keep returning to this poem. Motivating to see someone so passionate about the work they. He's well articulate and a good speaker.
Mind blastingly powerful as always! I feel your scars mate, read them like braille and they speak of my own fragility...and strength! Definitely one of my favs.
"I am pulling myself out of the magician's hat, night after night."
"Scars to prove it", "Give me 10 dollars I will show you everything" 😣😭
I love this.
Amazing!
Amazing.
I didn't want him to stop.
As free people; artists, we do whatever the hell we want for a living.
Ah, Guante. Never clicked a thumbnail so fast.
I was internally MMMMMing this entire time
Love Dance Me and you both were.
This guy sounds like...HERCULES MULLIGAN
i take informtion and i smuggle it XD
+Naeleah Bell Hahahahaha yass
IF U KNOCK ME DOWN I GET THE FUCK BACK UP AGAIN
TAILOR SPYING ON THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT
Brah brah I am Hercules Mulligan uppin', loving it, yes I heard your mother say; come again? Lock up your daughters and horses, of course it's hard to have intercourse with four sets of corsets.
beautiful
$10 is a dollar a finger. A finger for every moment to not forget. That's what I get out of it
This is such a cool poem, not only is wordplay exquisite, but your voice....you could be saying nonsense and I wouldn't care. The sounds and inflections that shine through the words are so incredible.
you're a real artist, I loved it!
This was such an amazing slam poem .
Oh my! love
What do you do for a living? I hate that question.
for real. I thought I was the only one
Jorgeruiz because no matter what you say it's never good enough
it's almost tiring as answering "what are you studying" when you tell someone you're in college/university
Am I the only one who thinks he looks a little like Channing Tatum?
Whatever, that was a great poem that truly touched me. I love this channel :)
you're not the only one. he really looks like channimg tatum.
love guante
love
OUCH! That last part hit way to close to home.
wow got goosebumps
I'm speechless
this is pretty freaking amazing
After discovering you just today.. your passionate verbiage, at one point gave me chills down my spine.. mesmerizing my mind.. I could not look away.. untill you would say.. nothing else.
THIS. A 1000x.
holy heck this was AMAZING
fuck yessss!!!!
When my girlfriend’s parents ask me what I do for a living…
I pull a straight razor out of my back pocket. I don’t tell ‘em I’m a poet; I sure as hell don’t tell ‘em I’m a rapper. I just pull a straight razor out of my back pocket.
And sure: I could lie, I could say that I’m a pilot or a handsome man or a teacher or the change that I want to see in the world or a pipe-smoking grad student. I could go on and on about all the locked doors I can open, or the exotic locales that have crawled up my nose, or the blinding glossiness of my resume paper. I could give them joyful heart attacks; I could Santa Claus their systems.
But I don’t. I pull a straight razor out of my back pocket.
And yeah: this is overly dramatic. But I’ve never been very good at smalltalk. I’m always too busy wondering where interesting scars come from. Too busy asking myself how many poorly aimed arrows and casual brushes of skin and drownings and split seconds of eye contact over the past ten thousand years have constructed this moment. Too busy imagining the soundtrack to my life dominated by smiling, adult contemporary alterna-rockers, and saying no; give me hip-hop dressed in leather, knuckles cracking. Give me whatever the opposite of novocaine is, let it pulse beneath my skin and make every cut and lick and bruise unbearably magnificent.
Because we could talk about the weather, we could deaden our colors and round our jagged corners so that we may fit more precisely in our own carry-on luggage; I could rattle off a string of pop culture references and we'd all have a good laugh, but I don’t; I pull a straight razor out of my back pocket.
And just as her father begins to say “so, you’re a barber?” I SLICE MY LITTLE FINGER OFF.
They jump back, instantly, like characters in a poorly edited student film, their lines caught between their teeth, their eyes staring straight into the camera. Levitating with pain, I pick my discarded digit up from the Olive Garden floor, and with the black sharpie I always keep in my other back pocket, I write my name on it, and I say:
“Give me ten dollars and I’ll let you keep this. Not the finger. The moment. Give me ten dollars as tribute to the truth that we once stood here, that I did something worth remembering, that you on this day witnessed something larger than traffic, or stormclouds or time passing. For the price of a fancy breakfast, press your fingers to the wet cement of my tombstone. Stand in the background of my iconography. It’s only ten dollars; tell my bones they’ve done a good job keeping me upright-tell yourself, that this day did not blur by, that this journal entry would be more than an absent-minded doodle. For ten dollars I will carve my initials in your brainstem.
“What do I do for a living? I am an artist. I am a turtle without a shell, and I have the scars to prove it. I am pulling myself from the magician’s hat night after night and I have the scars to prove it. I am leaving fragments of my body in every dusty corner of this country and I have the scars to prove it. Give me ten dollars, and I’ll show you everything.”
Deeply in love.
loveee it
okay, so.. I knew that he didn't really cut off his finger, but I was still amazed when he revealed that it was still attached to his hand.
You remind me of Channing Tatum LOL but ily more
JOOOHN CENA
YYYYEESSS!!!, reminds me so much of Channing I came here to see if I was the only one
can anyone explain the straight razor out of my back pocket lines? i think i get some of it but i dont get the part of the slicing just to make conversation, still a great piece and even greater delivery i like itt
so amazing wow wow wow
Chills ❤
speechless
I love it does he have a channel
Yes
+Josephine Barrera I do, haha. Thanks!
+GUANTE haha thanks I'm going to go subscribe (:
that's what I was thinking. imma sub too ^_^
SOMEBODY GIVE HIM TEN DOLLARS ALREADY!
He is literally larger than life.
True man
Inspired!!!
talking about the weather isn't 'small talk'. in actual fact, it's big talk. and it contexts us as small and pretty insignificant.
i think i have fallen in love again
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!! AUUUUUUUUUUU! OHHOHOHOHOHOHOH!! Wow!
Someone get this man $10
Oh my god.
this how i feel about small talk
will do xx
Does anyone know if this poem is published in his book?
It is!
i pull myself out of the magicians hat and i have the scars to prove it
Fuck yeah
Soooo, the takeaway is what exactly?
It kinda looks like he doesn't have a head past the top of his eyebrows, that beanie is trippy.
where is Guante from
Wow people really hate small talk....XO
Lol
@@ButtonPoetry I feel those people...
I think I'm in love. I don't have 10$ but I have a heart he can hold.
I miss what this channel used to be, rip
I have the scars to prove it
well done fam
Well that was different :)
damn
what's his youtube
+Josephine Barrera right here!
I'm not sure why but I feel like he reminds me of Channing Tatum a little bit....
YES
i want him to meet my parents lol
same though
OMG he got my ten dollars.😉
eeyyyy beanie man lol