Luka Lesson

Luka Lesson

Luke Haralampou, aka Luka Lesson, is a spoken word and Hip-hop artist of Greek heritage from Australia. Over the past four years Luka has released two full length albums (Please Resist Me, 2012 + EXIT, 2014) one Greek + English language EP (Πέρασμα|Passage, 2013), and a powerful collection of poetry entitled ‘The Future Ancients’ (2013).

With four years of international touring, 14 Writers’ Festivals, 8 years of workshop experience and almost ten years of writing under his belt, Luka has written commissions and performed for the likes of The Nuyorican Poets’ Cafe (NYC), The National Gallery of Victoria (AUS), Trinity International Hip-hop Festival (USA), Greece’s pioneer Hip-hop group ‘Active Member’, South Africa’s ‘OneBlood Festival’ and China’s most celebrated living poet Xi Chuan in Beijing. He is also the Australian Poetry Slam Champion of 2011 and Melbourne Overload Poetry Festival Slam Champion of 2010.

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Academically Luka holds a first-class honours degree from Monash University and has taught side-by-side with Indigenous educators and staff at the Centre for Australian Indigenous Studies. He has co-ordinated and spoken at symposia relating to cross-cultural awareness and recently completed a Masters of Sound Design (Poetry Performance) through the Victorian College of the Arts. As a workshop facilitator Luka has assisted thousands of people worldwide to write and perform their work, many for the first time

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My last public workshop of the year is on tomorrow 😅

Thanks to Work-Shop

6.30-9.30pm
Cnr Cleveland & Eveleigh St, Redfern

Anyone interested in learning tools relating to breaking writers' block, generating text, editing/constructive self-critique, memorisation techniques, performance pointers & the reasons why we write - come through!

#poetry
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My last public workshop of the year is on tomorrow 😅

Thanks to Work-Shop

6.30-9.30pm 
Cnr Cleveland & Eveleigh St, Redfern

Anyone interested in learning tools relating to breaking writers block, generating text, editing/constructive self-critique, memorisation techniques, performance pointers & the reasons why we write - come through! 

#poetry

On the day that we departed
Artemis taught us how to never miss a target
The village in Greece is where it started
Where they wait on our return like we're the
Elgin Marbles

Statuesque but too trapped to move
It's like Medusa got us wrapped in her view
I sent a message to Ares asking "what should I do?"
Got a message from Hermes
He said "you're a messenger too" .

🏛

📷Zach Janus Photography
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On the day that we departed
Artemis taught us how to never miss a target
The village in Greece is where it started
Where they wait on our return like were the 
Elgin Marbles

Statuesque but too trapped to move
Its like Medusa got us wrapped in her view
I sent a message to Ares asking what should I do?
Got a message from Hermes 
He said youre a messenger too .

🏛

 📷Zach Janus Photography

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Bulls eye!

🔥🔥🔥

To all the family who came out to connect with us throughout the country.

To the poets and rappers I've been rocking with since day one.

To the young guns who brought fire to the stage when they performed their poetry in support of us.

To the lovers of Kahl Wallis and his incredible voice/message.

To my band mates Chad Blaster + Cat Dominguez for their talent, humility and work ethic.

To all the poets who came up to me after shows telling me how my work has inspired them, or how they've finally started writing again after so long or how one of my poems helped them get out of a rut in some way.
To all the teachers who come to my shows not just because my work inspires their students but because they genuinely believe in my journey.

To my own wife Isa Catepillan for keeping the candles burning when I am gone, for welcoming me home and saying goodbye again almost in the same breath and still loving me unwaveringly.

To all the venues, organisers, managers, door people, bar tenders, sound techs and hosts for having us in your spaces.

To Valentina Brave and Noni La Kai-kai Eather (and Gracie too) for making this tour be also be about healing, we dedicated last night's show to your sister, on her birthday. We love you.

And to my day one brother from another mother Blak Douglas for taking this photo on the way back from tour recovery breakfast this morn.

The #LivingArtefact tour is done and dusted.
Thank you all so much for being a part of it.
Onwards to more art.
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To all the family who came out to connect with us throughout the country. 

To the poets and rappers Ive been rocking with since day one. 

To the young guns who brought fire to the stage when they performed their poetry in support of us. 

To the lovers of Kahl Wallis and his incredible voice/message. 

To my band mates Chad Blaster + Cat Dominguez for their talent, humility and work ethic. 

To all the poets who came up to me after shows telling me how my work has inspired them, or how theyve finally started writing again after so long or how one of my poems helped them get out of a rut in some way. 
To all the teachers who come to my shows not just because my work inspires their students but because they genuinely believe in my journey. 

To my own wife Isa Catepillan for keeping the candles burning when I am gone, for welcoming me home and saying goodbye again almost in the same breath and still loving me unwaveringly. 

To all the venues, organisers, managers, door people, bar tenders, sound techs and hosts for having us in your spaces.

To Valentina Brave and Noni La Kai-kai Eather (and Gracie too) for making this tour be also be about healing, we dedicated last nights show to your sister, on her birthday. We love you. 

And to my day one brother from another mother Blak Douglas for taking this photo on the way back from tour recovery breakfast this morn.

The #LivingArtefact tour is done and dusted. 
Thank you all so much for being a part of it. 
Onwards to more art.

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So beautiful to see you perform your art Luka. Got me reflecting on experiences and writing stories, thank you for sharing your light X

Thank you both!! 🙏🏾💕

© Blak Douglas ;-p

T H A N K Y O U !!!!! Xxxxxxx

Thank u and I don't even know you. 🙂

Mad respect.

Thank u for the lessons, Luka.

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Tonight, on Gadigal land, we play our final show of the #LivingArtefact Tour in Sydney. Come vibe with us and local poets Nardean and Iman Etri

Doors 8pm
Nardean 8.15
Iman 8.30
Kahl Wallis 9pm
Luka Lesson 10pm

Brighton Up Bar, Oxford St.
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Tonight, on Gadigal land, we play our final show of the #LivingArtefact Tour in Sydney. Come vibe with us and local poets Nardean and Iman Etri

Doors 8pm
Nardean 8.15
Iman 8.30
Kahl Wallis 9pm
Luka Lesson 10pm 

Brighton Up Bar, Oxford St.

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Yessss!!!!! Watching from US

Love Kahl!

yo!

I have chills - love this guys!

Justine Kate ~ The Colab ... !

Soooo roots of truth and epiphany juice 🙇

So good guys!!!

Ancestors got my back ! YEEEEOOOWWW ❤️❤️❤️

Killing it lads! Big love

Thanks...!

I love this..

❤️❤️❤️

N-eye-S playing, singing, words.

Amazing! Love you guys!

Omg yes.

Sweet truth... Heart beats. Respect

Tots digging this 👌🏽

💕🕉️

Groovy

Yeahhhhhhhhh

Amazing luka

Love you Luka . 🌸

John B Walker Crissy Maughan

Beautiful collaboration... soul stirring 💛

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SUBCOMANDANTE MARCOS

The sun barely rose on New Years’ day 1994 in San Cristobal

but when it did - it looked just like the head of a shovel peeking over the ridge.

And the night before, the crescent moon looked exactly like the head of a pick that a farmer had just placed upon the stars.

That night, a battalion of peasants called the Zapatistas, in bandanas and pistolas were marching in through Las Chiapas with a declaration of war.

People were drunk and still slow-dancing with the year before when they arrived, and by the time they took over, the streets were littered with just missed kisses and spilt memories.

Subcomandante Marcos was with them, always dressed in fatigues, face in a balaclava, eyes that could cut concrete and a pipe dripping from his lips.

He called himself "subcomandante" – the sub-commander - for a reason, because his leaders were the people

And together they were powerful, and from that night onwards the government would try anything to stop them.

Things got bloody, quickly – but along with murder and violence - the media was the greatest weapon that the government had

And in a Catholic and homophobic Mexico they decided to start a rumour that no self-respecting revolutionary could ever recover from – they started to spread the headline that:

"Subcomandante Marcos Is Gay"

They called him a faggot, a sexual pervert, a pendejo – and he responded, without hesitation and as every rebel should - with a poem:

"Yes, Marcos is gay.

Marcos is gay in San Francisco, Black in South Africa, an Asian in Europe, a Chicano in San Ysidro, anarquista en España, Palestino en Israel, a Jew in Nazi Germany, Indigenous in the streets of San Cristobal, a whistle blower stuck in the Department of Defense, a feminist in any political party, a communist in the cold war, a pacifist in Bosnia, Mapuche en los Andes, an artist without a gallery or portfolio, a housewife at home on a Saturday night, a sexist in the feminist movement, a woman riding the subway by herself at 10pm, un campesino sin tierra - a peasant without land, an unemployed worker, a doctor without plasma, a dissident in neoliberalism, a writer without books or readers, and yes, a Zapatista in southeast Mexico.

This... is Marcos."

And in this neoliberal state we call the 'lucky country' there is something that we can all learn from Marcos.

As domestic violence victims with no local services, as Aboriginal sports stars throwing an imaginary spear, as a Chinese worker in Ballarat during the Gold Rush, a farmer without crops, the Indigenous people he stole the farmland from, a London street kid forced onto a boat in 1788, a Muslim family trying to build a Mosque on the Gold Coast, a feminist in any political party, a lonely spoken word poet at a pompous writers’ festival, an asylum seeker being used as a chess piece for successive governments again, and again, and as a gay couple who have been in love and engaged for
a decade but are just waiting for one simple law to change

And yes, if Marcos is gay, then so am I

And so should we all be...

- Luka Lesson

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SUBCOMANDANTE MARCOS

The sun barely rose on New Years’ day 1994 in San Cristobal

but when it did - it looked just like the head of a shovel peeking over the ridge.

And the night before, the crescent moon looked exactly like the head of a pick that a farmer had just placed upon the stars.

That night, a battalion of peasants called the Zapatistas, in bandanas and pistolas were marching in through Las Chiapas with a declaration of war.

People were drunk and still slow-dancing with the year before when they arrived, and by the time they took over, the streets were littered with just missed kisses and spilt memories.

Subcomandante Marcos was with them, always dressed in fatigues, face in a balaclava, eyes that could cut concrete and a pipe dripping from his lips.

He called himself subcomandante – the sub-commander - for a reason, because his leaders were the people 

And together they were powerful, and from that night onwards the government would try anything to stop them.

Things got bloody, quickly – but along with murder and violence - the media was the greatest weapon that the government had

And in a Catholic and homophobic Mexico they decided to start a rumour that no self-respecting revolutionary could ever recover from – they started to spread the headline that:

Subcomandante Marcos Is Gay

They called him a faggot, a sexual pervert, a pendejo – and he responded, without hesitation and as every rebel should - with a poem:

Yes, Marcos is gay.
 
Marcos is gay in San Francisco, Black in South Africa, an Asian in Europe, a Chicano in San Ysidro, anarquista en España, Palestino en Israel, a Jew in Nazi Germany, Indigenous in the streets of San Cristobal, a whistle blower stuck in the Department of Defense, a feminist in any political party, a communist in the cold war, a pacifist in Bosnia, Mapuche en los Andes, an artist without a gallery or portfolio, a housewife at home on a Saturday night, a sexist in the feminist movement, a woman riding the subway by herself at 10pm, un campesino sin tierra - a peasant without land, an unemployed worker, a doctor without plasma, a dissident in neoliberalism, a writer without books or readers, and yes, a Zapatista in southeast Mexico.

This... is Marcos.

And in this neoliberal state we call the lucky country there is something that we can all learn from Marcos.

As domestic violence victims with no local services, as Aboriginal sports stars throwing an imaginary spear, as a Chinese worker in Ballarat during the Gold Rush, a farmer without crops, the Indigenous people he stole the farmland from, a London street kid forced onto a boat in 1788, a Muslim family trying to build a Mosque on the Gold Coast, a feminist in any political party, a lonely spoken word poet at a pompous writers’ festival, an asylum seeker being used as a chess piece for successive governments again, and again, and as a gay couple who have been in love and engaged for
a decade but are just waiting for one simple law to change

And yes, if Marcos is gay, then so am I

And so should we all be...

- Luka Lesson

Image: Creative Commons

Big love to the crew from Winangali Infusion
Buddy Hippi, Joshua Waters, Kobe Hippi, Jamayne Hippi and Liam Duncan for coming through to share stories, recognise country and open our show yesterday in Toowoomba.

It was a huge honour for us to see you educate the crowd in such a proud, direct and knowledgeable way. Plus the jokes were off the hook 😂

Follow Winangali and show some support to this vital cultural enterprise. ✌🏽👊🏽

#Respect
#Mad
#LivingArtefact
Kahl Wallis
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Big love to the crew from Winangali Infusion
Buddy Hippi, Joshua Waters, Kobe Hippi, Jamayne Hippi and Liam Duncan for coming through to share stories, recognise country and open our show yesterday in Toowoomba.

It was a huge honour for us to see you educate the crowd in such a proud, direct and knowledgeable way. Plus the jokes were off the hook 😂

Follow Winangali and show some support to this vital cultural enterprise. ✌🏽👊🏽

#Respect
#Mad 
#LivingArtefact 
Kahl Wallis

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Yawu brother, was definitely an honour to share with you all 👣✊🏾❤️🤗 We surround ourselves by those whom uplift! That's where the magic happens Thanks for a deadly day at the library! Very powerful bro. Took so much away from this and also glad to share it with all the young people #mad

Liam Laka Dunkz

“WHEN THE DUST SETTLES"

And we take off our masks and helmets
remove our gloves and armour
kneel in the dirt
drinking water from calloused hands
When we bury our burdens beneath the ashes of last night's battle
burn closed our wounds and strap our heavy shoulders
when we stitch our human flesh back together

And the dew covers the canvas in the morning
and we roll up our tents and get ready to return

When we remove our brass knuckles and bump fists like we did it
throw away our bullet shells and save our broken arrows
taking their sharp heads and placing them in our pockets

When we wrap our snapped swords in bloodied cloths and call our worried mothers
to lay tables
and make meals for our return
and call on our grandfathers
to dig trenches and hammer crucifixes for those we carry home

When the dust settles
and we limp our bruised bones back through the mountains
through the red deserts and false fields of victory

When we lean back in our wicker chairs and toast to our survival
and tell cold stories of those we lost with hollow eyes like dead messengers

When we pick through the dismembered rubble
and call it a memorial

We pick up the pieces
and call it freedom
I wonder if we will remember to mention
to our children
through cracked lips and sand-paper tongues
that all great victories create a great many victims
and no one likes to lose
without coming back
for more

We inherit more than peace
We also inherit
Her conditions

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“WHEN THE DUST SETTLES

And we take off our masks and helmets
remove our gloves and armour
kneel in the dirt 
drinking water from calloused hands 
When we bury our burdens beneath the ashes of last nights battle
burn closed our wounds and strap our heavy shoulders
when we stitch our human flesh back together

And the dew covers the canvas in the morning
and we roll up our tents and get ready to return

When we remove our brass knuckles and bump fists like we did it
throw away our bullet shells and save our broken arrows
taking their sharp heads and placing them in our pockets

When we wrap our snapped swords in bloodied cloths and call our worried mothers
to lay tables
and make meals for our return
and call on our grandfathers
to dig trenches and hammer crucifixes for those we carry home

When the dust settles
and we limp our bruised bones back through the mountains
through the red deserts and false fields of victory

When we lean back in our wicker chairs and toast to our survival
and tell cold stories of those we lost with hollow eyes like dead messengers

When we pick through the dismembered rubble
and call it a memorial

We pick up the pieces
and call it freedom
I wonder if we will remember to mention
to our children
through cracked lips and sand-paper tongues
that all great victories create a great many victims
and no one likes to lose
without coming back
for more

We inherit more than peace
We also inherit 
Her conditions 

📷 Emory Hall Photography

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Yawu dhaagan spoken from pain, courage and honour Meaningful practice ❤️👣✊🏾🔥

Great- lot of style & thrust.

Goosebumps. Haunting word weavings. Thank you ✊❤

Awesome

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This weekend - Toowoomba and Mullumbimby, two shows and two poetry skills development workshops with myself and Kahl Wallis.

Mullumbimby
Saturday 7th Oct
Workshop 11am-2pm
Show 7.30pm - 11pm

Toowoomba
Sunday 8th Oct
Show 3pm - 6pm

Monday 9th Oct
Workshop 10am - 3pm

www.lukalesson.com.au/touring for tickets.
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Living Artefact Tour with Kahl Wallis.

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Next time xx

Liz James this was the guy I was talking about 😊

Kylie Pomerenke

Lily Kamholtz

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Northern Rivers crew - see you this Saturday night for the Living Artefact Tour with Kahl Wallis, supported by Essie Thomas.

All ages show, food and drinks available at the venue. Tickets available on the door.

www.lukalesson.com.au/touring
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Northern Rivers crew - see you this Saturday night for the Living Artefact Tour with Kahl Wallis, supported by Essie Thomas. 

All ages show, food and drinks available at the venue. Tickets available on the door. 

www.lukalesson.com.au/touring

Darwin! We're going old school on this one. Tomorrow - an intimate show in Rapid Creek, NT.
Free music and poetry for the people.
Good vibes only with Kahl Wallis.
Send us a direct message on this page for more details.
#LivingArtefactTour 🏛✌🏽
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3 weeks ago

Darwin! Were going old school on this one. Tomorrow - an intimate show in Rapid Creek, NT.
Free music and poetry for the people.
Good vibes only with Kahl Wallis.  
Send us a direct message on this page for more details. 
#LivingArtefactTour 🏛✌🏽

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Skye Maggie Rudman this guy is amazing you should go and check his soulful vibes out

Darby Kannon Talitha Klevjer wanna go?

Quartz Dunes

Hannah Pugh-U'Ren !!

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