Category Archives: Ariadne’s Notes

Ariadne’s Notes will update readers and participants on the World Poetry Site, special events, help needed and our goals for the future.

World Poetry Celebrates Addena Sumter-Frietag!

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes:  We had  the best Black History Month Celebration ever!  Starting with Keisha Prince, Dr. Mark Lomax  and ending with Addena Sumter Freitag and Wadada Leo Smith! The theme that stood out was the message of positivity and celebrating our differences plus healing together.

World Poetry Café Radio Show , 100.5 FM, CFRO  on  February 28, 1-2 PM PST was so honoured to have World Poetry Lifetime Achievement Award Winner and Ambassador to Jamaica , Addena Sumter Freitag call into the show with her great knowledge of  Black History in Canada. Addena is a wonderful poet, actress and writer. Every year, when we celebrated Black History Month at the VPL, she would bring the most beautiful display  and participate in the celebration.  On the show, she told stories about her mom who was a real heroine as well and also read a poem for Rosa Parks. 

Also on the show was the renowned Wadada Leo Smith with his Oratorio on Rosa Parks who will be featured soon.  E-poem by Rabia Ahrar, a new story by Sharon Rowe  and poems by Victor Schwartzman .

We also heard the voice of Rosa Parks speaking thanks to Victor’s search for her archives.

CLICK HERE FOR AN AMAZING SHOW WITH BEAUTIFUL MUSIC! 

Bio:

Addena Sumter-Freitag is from a 7th generation African-Canadian family.
She grew up in Winnipeg’s North End, and lived 12 years in Canada’s Arctic where she worked as a Community Development Worker for Status of Women NWT, and served 4 years as a Board member of Status of Women Canada. In her Social and Community Services career, Addena worked extensively with Women, Women’s Groups and with Aboriginal youth.

Addena is an actor as well as a published and award winning author.
Her first book “Stay Black & Die”, published by Commodore Books, has been included in English curriculum reading lists at UBC, Universery of Victoria, Emily Carr, Vanier College (Montreal), and also included in U.B.C Women’s Studies courses.
Her second book, “Back In The Days”, published by Wattle and Daub, was the 3rd of three books reviewed in Canadian Literature Quarterly by Atef Laouyene. The review was entitled, “Of Violence and Poetry”.

Addena writes and performs in English, although her poems have been translated to French and Korean. She is well known in the Canadian Theatre and Arts community. Writing and performing are her first loves.

Here is her poem for Rosa Parks: 
“EXPLAINATION
When Rosa Parks was 81, a robber broke into her house With the pretense of chasing away an intruder. He asked her for a Tip for his deed, and when she went to give him money he then proceeded to rob her. He hit her in the process and she fought to defend herself and then he beat her severely and threw her down stairs and took all the money she had. She moved from her house to an apartment after this incident.”

Miss Rosa

You were Dog-Tired
And Alabama parched
Hero was ‘the furthest’ from your mind’
When they ‘threw you into the light’

After you’d had so much darkness

Color it Lime.

How they held you up
So honored
And so cherished
On everyone’s lips
In everyone’s eyes
Immortally memorable
Eternally loved.

Strange, that the calendar was your enemy
The clock
Your Foe

It isn’t fair!

It is fair
That one of them ‘Chillin’
Whose Rights
You ‘wore your feet out’ for

Took his tragic rage out on you

He battered your face
Your arms
Your legs
Your heart …

For Fifty-three bucks.

Then he threw you down
And hurled you toward
Your final darkness.

© 2005 Addena Sumter-Freitag. All rights reserved  by author.

Source: Addena Sumter-Freitag.

 

World Poetry Celebrates Alara Bretanne!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*A New Year painting for peace and togetherness by Afghan Peace Poet Mahmood Jan with his powerful messages of respect, peace and love.

Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café, Feb. 21 at 1:10 PM PST, 100.5 FM,CFRO featured the welcome music, Londonian Set for piano solo in two movements  played by Mamora Yabuki at Gewand Hall in Hiroshima of the well known composer and World Poetry Music Director Yoshifumi  Sakura along with  healing prayers and love for him.  E-poet: Rabia Ahrar with her poem Wishes Died. 

We also welcomed the Metaphysical Poetess Alara Bretanne from Vancouver Island! She read her beautiful poems and sang a healing song chant in Sanskrit . The song was so moving that she sang it twice! You could hear and feel the healing vibrations.

Also, some great poems  from a new anthology by super tech, Victor Schwartzman ,e-poem by Rabia Ahar and a new Big Bessie story by Sharon Rowe from her upcoming book, More Big Bessie Stories.  Don’t miss listening to the show below! The Music is amazing.

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Alara Bretanne
At 15, Alara was introduced to poetry by an extraordinary English Lit. teacher from Trinidad. Through his encouragement, one of her poems was published in the local newspaper. While attaining her B.A., majoring in English Lit., at Western University in London, Ontario, she was strongly influenced by the poets of the “Romantic Era” such as Blake, Byron, Shelley, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Keats. The mystical and metaphysical orientation of their writing gave Alara an expanded world vision
Alara was involved with World Poetry, The Millennium Writers Group, and was featured as a guest poet on World Poetry’s radio station in Vancouver, BC. In 2011, upon moving to Vancouver Island, BC, she joined the Cowichan Writers Group and began writing short stories. Poetry and short stories were published in the Anthologies “One Brick Shorts” in 2013 and “Love Notes” in 2016.

Her recent poem:

TRAPPED

Trapped in a world with no vision of itself
Spirits encased in matter
A Harry Potter world of dementors
Thought things weave a blanket of shadow

The shadow world thrives on fear essence
Its daily diet of war, violence, racism, lack
A slow death of desperation
The message of permanent hope
Riding an undercurrent in an impermanent illusion

Will you listen to the message?
Will you hear its whisper?
Will you feel its vibration?
Will you act?

Hope sighs, “Shadow has no substance;
Only that which you give it.”
Shadow’s weapon – poisonous lies,
Battering the flimsy shell of the deeper
Indestructible worth of your being.

Shadow maliciously smiles,
“Death is everywhere.”
And licks gritty, black lips
Like the con artist it is

Hope laughs with gut wrenching glee,
“That’s the greatest lie of all,”
Death is nothing, a transition of consciousness;
That is all, a reprieve from matter.

Remember, remember, remember

The Hope wave moves on,
Shadow evaporates.

Remember, remember, remember is the remaining echo.

By Alara Bretanne (C) all rights reserved,

 

World Poetry Celebrates Nakshatra Singh!

*Koyali Berman, World Poetry Cultural Ambassador and dancer.

Ariadne’s Notes: We are welcoming Nakshatra Singh, a new e-poet from India. I am hoping to feature all the e-poets whose poems are read on the World Poetry Café,  CFRO, 100.5 FM , 1 PM. PST. (volunteer time permitting)  Mr. Singh’s  opening poem the Journeys was read on February 21st by Victor Schwartzman, our esteemed, sound engineer.  

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 ” I am Nakshatra Singh. DoB 8th Sept 1970. I am from India. I live in Jodhpur city with my wife, son and parents. I am a civil engineer and at present working as Superintending Engineer with the State Government of Rajasthan.
I love morning walks. Most of my poems are born during those happy moments of walks. I believe in four basic pillars of a happy life. 1 Hard Work , 2 Compassion, 3 Reason (justice) and 4 Joy.”

THE JOURNEYS

I felt something and turned back,
A smile it was, from eyes, from heart.
Oh, how and why would I resist,
A journey thus began.
In togetherness we moved,
On the longest roads,
On the deepest waters,
In the soaring skies,
Destination after destination,
We sat in the window,
Huddled together,
The tireless carriage of time,
Taking everything to the past,
And sitting in Window,
We saw it all passing down,
A journey lived together.
At last the carriage stopped,
Everything was like dead and still,
Nothing would move.
I wanted my journey back,
And I went out to the shores,
On the shore, it was all set,
On one side, endless water,
On other was that smile,
Wet it was this time though.
I saw in to those eyes,
Smiling hard they were,
Curtains of tears,
layers upon layers,
Everything was lost,
nothing was lost,
And I turned back again,
A voyage thus began….

By – Nakshatra Singh (C) All rights reserved by author.