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World Poetry Celebrates Vittorino Dal Cengio!

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes:  On January 31,  1:10 PM PST, the World Poetry Café on CFRO, 100.5 FM with hosts  Anna Ciampolini Foschi, Diego Bastinutti and producer Ariadne Sawyer along with super tech Victor Swartzman and special volunteer Sharon, welcomed  the talented writer Vittorino Dal Cengio  to the show for two very special book launchs in Italian and English . The historical works that Vittorino read were accounts of family members and others about the  first and second world wars.  They presented in important account of history brought to life by Mr. Cengio. Since I had worked with survivors of torture and Viet Nam vets the traumatic experiences in the books and the possibility of so many to develop PTSD were of additional interest to me. I would like to congratulate him for his research and powerful writing and than the co-hosts Anna  and Diego for the great interview. 

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Local writer Vittorino Dal Cengio was launching his two latest books based on his family’s generational experiences during the tragic times of the First World War (1914-1918) and WW2 (1939-1945). As Dal Cengio writes, the importance of minute details and personal experiences are often lost or overlooked in the global narrative of world-changing events. He says:

It is very important for me to write about the joy and, mostly, tribulations experienced by members of my family during the two world wars. I have heard countless times their recounting of what was life in those times at the front during bloody battles and at home and I have never ceased to marvel at their courage, resilience, patience, faith and hope in a better future for themselves but especially for their progeny. What they have endured is today hastily dismissed as part of turbulent times of war but their unique experiences, from a poor people point of view, the consequences of which invariably changed the course of their lives, cannot so simply be forgotten. What we cannot find on history books is told through their live voices, letters, diaries and memoirs and all this is primary source, a detailed legacy of inestimable value for generations to come.

It would be very sad and unwise for us if their version of events dissolves from our collective memory. Hence the importance for me to be a little bridge connecting their disappeared world to our present life. (Vittorino Dal Cengio) “

 

 

 

 

Vancouver-based author Vittorino Dal Cengio wrote several books about climbing in the Dolomites that were published during the 1980s. He also wrote articles and short stories for a magazine and for Italian newspapers in Canada. After an interlude in 2008 he resumed writing books, this time about social history, authoring six in recent years. He moved to Canada in 1977 in the spirit of adventure after his military service with the Italian Alpine Corps. He holds various technical diplomas from Italy and a BA (joint major in French, History, Political Sciences) from Simon Fraser University. (Adapted from www.amazon.ca)

World Poetry Celebrates Randall Stephen Hall !

Ariadne’s Notes: Another wonderful interview with the talented Randall Stephen Hall  from Ireland on the World Poetry Café, CFRO 100.5 FM, Jan, 17 1-1:30 PM, PST.   It is wonderful to hear his stories, songs and philosophy which helps the world become a better place. Be sure to check out his creativity on his site at   and YouTube at: www.randallstephenhall.com

He is also available for shows, tours and events.

LISTEN TO THE SHOW HERE!

Randall Stephen Hall : A  biography in his own words:

“I grew up in North Belfast at the height of the Troubles. Born 1957.

I grew up beyond many people’s context there and neither of my parents were from Belfast.
These two experiences collided and reverberated with more for all my years since then, shaping much of my art and outlook.

I met my wife Ann at The College of Art and Design in Belfast. She did Fine Art and Teaching while I did a degree in Graphic Design. At the time I was playing in a few local groups and later writing songs with two friends. Here’s an example from 1983. “The Bread Song”. https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/the-bread-song-circa-1980

I left college in 1980 and got a job in a small add agency. That winter John Lennon was shot.
I remember the news on the radio. It seemed to link with shift, change and conflict in northern Ireland.

Ann and I got married in 1983. We had two girls in 1985 and 1987. We now have two grandchildren of six and two. Both girls.

I worked in local advertising for six years until 1988 when I became a freelance illustrator. My work, for a time came from Belfast, Dublin and Glasgow. This carried on until 1998 then my work began to change again. www.earthnativeart.co.uk

In 1996 I self published a book called THE GIANT’S CAUSEWAY. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnN5HQe1Fvk The advertising work began to diminish and I began to receive invites to visit schools to tell this story. A steep learning curve ensued from then until now. (I’ll keep this brief).

During this time I began to create new stories, illustrated for projection and began to shape way of doing story telling that involved, hand drum, voice, interactive singing, song, poetry and a main story, lasting about an hour.

All this has evolved slowly in a very natural way over a period of about 20 years.

Around 2009 I began to write and record songs a bit more seriously again. Luckily a local DJ
called Gerry Anderson (now sadly passed) found some of my funnier songs interesting and began to play them on the radio. So, in a period of about 9 months I created my first CD of poems and songs, using local themes, of identity, peace, conflict etc but doing it in an accessible way, with the addition of humour.

Here’s one of the interviews from 2010/2011. https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/gerry-anderso-interview-24-9

This development threw me back into playing live again after a long
hiatus of some years . . .”

World Poetry Celebrates Barry Plamondon!

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: Special Book Launch for the talented and prolific poet Barry Plamonom , Jan 17, 1-2 pm PST on the World Poetry Café Radio Show, CFRO 100.5 FM  now in its 21st year of being on the air. His 7th book  7 Fold by Silver Bow Press  was full of meaningful poems and in a fascinating interview , he said that his hearing senses and compassion had increased dramatically since his two strokes.  He also read some cowboy poems and talked about the Oregon trail which brought back stories from my grandmother about her great , great grandmother that walked the Oregon Train when she was 8 and refused to be giving a ride by her family in their wagon. When I had polio and was learning how to walk that story motivated me to keep on trying despite everyone telling me I would never walk again. 

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 Photo: Barry and his lovely wife at a previous World Poetry Radio show.

Barry writes:

“I was born in Penticton and
grew up in Vancouver. After high school I attended both U.B.C. and B.C.I.T.before obtaining a diploma in Practical 22Horticulture.I then worked for 20yrs. as a landscaper before2 strokes ended my career. After spending a yearin various hospitals and care homes I came home to find that I didn’t knowwhat to do with myself. I started writing poetry. There were many failuresbefore I wrote one about my daughter that I was proud of. It was like alight had been turned on,55 years of living just came pouring out onto thepages and I haven’t stopped yet. I self-published my first book “Thisn ‘That. Bric a Brace in Mar. 2016 and followed that with” Crackers and Crumbs” in Oct. This effort was published by Silver Bow Publishing. I am now on my 7th book.

I have resided in Maple Ridge with my wife and seven children for many years. I am proud to be a member of the Holy Wow Poets here. My hobbies and interests include hockey, gardening and listening to music. I did play the guitar for 30 years, but no longer. I also have a keen interest in nature, especially birds and plants. All these interests are reflected in my poetry as well as children and disability issues and sometimes a love poem or two. I have also written quite a few Cowboy poems The following is a fairly recent poem I have written entitled Ripples:

There is a ripple on the pond from the stone I cast. It is strong but cannot last. Only long enough to set the next one in motion. Together they would never cross the ocean. But they can lead by example.

Just a small sample. Of how things could go for people too. If each
said a simple “How do you do?”. To the strangers that they meet. At work or on the street. And if each in turn would pass it on. Maybe one day all hatred would be gone. 

 Barry wrote: “Hi Ariadne, here is the poem I just read on the radio show, The Old Tree. As well here is the second poem about Oregon Trail called The Longest Graveyard.”

THE OLD TREE
They left one lone Cedar standing
And the rest they trucked away to the mill
“See, we are not so bad” a company spokesman said
“At least we left one tree standing”
“Look how impressive it looks here by itself”
But the old tree did not see it that way
For the first time in centuries he was all alone
No companions to cast shade from the sun’s light
No other trees to keep the air fresh and moist around him
Not only this, but he was lonely now as well
Gone too was the undergrowth from around his trunk
The old fellow lasted a year before he started to decline
Brown scales fell like tears to the ground
And the bark from his massive trunk began to peel
Before long the old tree was no more
Just a brown wilted husk where once
A great giant Red Cedar had stood
“Well,” said the company official “we tried”
“Next time we’ll take the whole stand”
“Every single last tree!”

THE LONGEST GRAVEYARD
“Here lies an early traveler who lost his life in quest of riches in the west”
These the words found on a gravestone along the Oregon Trail
Thousands of would be settlers died on their way westward during the eighteen hundreds
Though most graves were never marked for fear of grave robbers
A person risked it all to go in search of the so called riches of the western frontier
Simply to fall could mean being trampled by the wagon behind you
Accidental gunshot wounds were all too common here
Cholera from contaminated water, bad weather and Indian attacks all caused numerous deaths
If you became sick or injured along the trail there was no doctor nearby,you were on your own
Still two hundred thousand brave souls started the trek westward
The majority reaching their destination in Oregon or California
Though many are the unmarked grave along the trail
Twenty five thousand people lie buried in America’s Longest Graveyard

Barry Plamondon (C) All rights reserved by author.