The World Poetry Café Radio show March 31, on CFRO 100.5 FM with hosts Ariadne Sawyer and Wanda Kehewin welcomed an amazing multitalented youth poet, Angelica Poversky in an exciting show full of vibrant words. Angelica will be hosting the World Poetry Vancouver Youth Team , Saturday, April 11th, at the Britannia Public Library. All youth and others welcome.
Also on the show music by Laura Kelsey and a special e-poem by Lini Grol. CLICK HERE for the show!
Angelica Poversky is 5’3″ of vertically challenged creative passion.
She can be frequently found frolicking on hiking trails, writing articles and stories or twiddling her fingers on various instruments and organizing events. She’s a performance poet, musician, improv-er and a passionate nature lover.
She is the founder and festival director of Richmond’s first youth-led outdoors arts festival, Arts in the Park and a guitarist and rapper of the folk group, Goons.
She volunteers primarily with CPAWS, HUM and World Poetry. She gets paid with busking coins and children’s desire to learn guitar. Occasionally, she racks in the dollars through poetry or acting as a statue.
If you see Angelica in her natural habitat, she is probably working on her first poetry chapbook “She Is”, hosting her radio-show or training to be a stand-up comedian.
Angelica is Vancouver’s Top 24 under 24 and a Richmond Arts Award Finalist. In 2014, she was an author at National Culture Days, TedX Presenter and a speaker at the CHIMO Violence Against Women Conference.
The right click purchase button is on the bottom of the tongue of the gods.
Buy clothes. Buy the cosmos: You are the best and the most
Not only is art dead,
But I can buy the man who quoted that and then the other who
Said, “Art is what you can get away with.”
Andy Warhol was campbell soup king of overconsumption
And just like with any pop-art dreamer, every pop-artist, pop corn star, porn star,
Selling themselves to be the pope of the Hollywood boulevard,
is manipulated and now second to me,
The coca-cola machine.
Actually, I am more like The coca-cola God. People are robo
broke machines hoping for a psycho
cope vaccine to fill their empty space
You’re the epitome of pain postponers.
Your tragedy is travesty in my fabricated, factory eyes.
Buy me. Your plastic dreams are gems, never good enough. Buy me. You are hung up on being better.
Buy me. Better than others. Buy me.
Snort coca-cola like it’s in your bloodstream as addictive as dopamine.
A cap twisted, popped. The voice of the siren, with every can shot open, a little cracked, a little inverted
onto your tongue.
Then you stop.
You brain is a time wave machine, the soda pressing, it’s so repressing the coda of cooked coke until you
can’t cope with not being the pope yet at the boulevard.
1981 – Coke is it! 1985 – America’s real choice. 2001 – Life tastes good. 2009 – Open Happiness
You are still not happy, just corn syrup, cane sugar and caffeine.
It is the fear that I am not good enough nor will ever be. Fear. Becomes the light of my existence.
Fear. You won’t buy me.
Fear. Stop selling me.
Angelica Poversky (c)