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Love Poems To The World Book Launch!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: On April 18, 1-2 pm PST, hosts Koyali Berman and Jacqueline Maire joined me in a celebration of my new book, Love Poems to the World , Gift Offerings. I would like to thank them for the wonderful launch as well as our amazing Tech Victor Swartzman  and special volunteer Sharon Rowe. 

To the wonderful  Afghan artist Mirwais Jabaz , a humanitarian who has helped so many refuges , sharing his work and art. He gave permission for one of his paintings to be used as the cover of the book, thank you.

Great thanks also to the First Nations Elder, Gabriel Bartleman who apprenticed me when I was getting my MA, Vera Manuel ; my soul sister who kept pushing me to finish the book, in person and in dreams who believed in me and sent a powerful dream poem that is in this book.

The book would not have been possible without the support  and encouragement of Katherine L. Gordon and the kindness and support of Mamta Agarwal who kept encouraging me.

Special thanks to a pianist from Salt Spring Island whose music was featured,

The radio show included poems from the book selected by readers and reviewers. Some of these are posted below.

I am so grateful for the great response to the book which has now has been placed in libraries in various countries and will work on a free e-book that can be offered to our 10,000 WP participants in the world.

LISTEN TO THE SHOW RIGHT HERE!

My Dreaming Journey:
This book began as a result of my association with the Tsartlip Elder, Gabriel Bartleman who became my lay advisor for eight months while I was working on my MA in Psychology and gave me the gift of apprenticing with him.
He told me: “Ariadne, the Earth needs love and caring. It is wounded.” Then he mentioned the First Nations visions and dreams and how elders could go out to wounded places and stay there until there was healing. He also mentioned how dreams reach out and try to contact the sleepers, channeling and guiding the dreams that are needed to help the world.
I have had dreams before but did not remember most of them so embarked on a program of research starting with ancient cultures, Greek, African, Persian, Chinese and First Nations from all over the world. I also learned about lucid dreaming, healing dreams, dream friends and advisors, pre-cognitive dreams and the importance that they played in many cultures.
One of the biggest tasks on my journey was learning how to listen and record. I found that the best way for me was to think about something I had seen or heard during the day, go to bed with paper and pen and usually about 2 am, I would get a clear dream. I would listen and write it down in the dark, since I found that if the light was on, I would lose the dream.
This led to some harrowing times since when I awoke in the morning, I found that I had written over some of the words and had to use a “fishing method”, remembering the last segment and pulling the rest out hopefully like a line of fish. After some time I could write quite clearly and happily continue on. The next morning if I had time, I would read the dream gifts and type them in along with my notes.
The dreams that are in this book are not altered since they come from another place and are not really mine.
There are many methods for dream recall and recording but I am sharing the way that worked the best for me.
During this time, I had a dream research group on line and created a course for them. It was very helpful in my own dream life since their support and kindness added greatly to the creation of this book. It was also interesting to hear from them what they were creating from their dreams, books, CDS, poem, scripts and healings.
There is a lot of information on dreaming and I would urge you to do research and create what works for you.

Poem 1.

Earth
My essence floats on the wind, hitching a ride on the occasional white cloud.
In joy and exuberance, my weightless self
visits the special spots of the beautiful blue planet.
Flowers, an ocean of colours,
intricate geometric designs created by master engineers,
mathematical experts, each flower a work of meticulous design.
I dive down marveling at the desserts,
Incomparable sand sculptures ever changing.
Skimming over the oceans, reflections of peaceful seas, shimmering tones of silver, streaks of gold.
Changing to violent storms, gales, whirling wind and spray.
Thick jungles, teaming with life, vibrant rioting colours, unknown herbs, medicines, creatures rarely seen.
Mountains with lakes and valleys, an aura of ancient beingness.
Huge peaks, dressed in white, caressing the sky.
Satiated, my essence floats on the wind.
Giving thanks to this blue world.
I love you.

Note: A wonderful lucid dream poem. I traveled the world and felt so light and free when I woke up-still flying.

Poem selected by Katherine L. Gordon, poet, critic , mentor and reviewer.

Poem 2.

The Tortured One
I sit on the floor in an empty room.
A hole , a pit.
Waiting for the next torture.
I try to strengthen my mind, prepare myself for the pain, the horror.
The door clangs open, they are here.
I am in the room-the room of terror.
They yell at me, then act nice, give me water.
Offer me cigarettes, say I am beautiful.
They change again.
Give me electric shocks, blindfold me,cut me.
Burn me, throw water.
I think I am drowning.
I have forgotten how to answer, my head is pounding from the blows.
I try to think of happier days, try to bring my mind back to a different place,
remember my students and the other teachers.
They bring in snarling dogs to attack and abuse my body.
My mind is going away, it is gone…
I am back in the hole, isolated, beaten aching, dirty.
They want information I can’t give, names I don’t have.
The faces of teachers at my university flash, no names are coming.
Please world!
It is time to stop the torture.
It is time to get along, all peoples, views, and religions.
What was once an enemy can be a friend.
Please world, send love to the tortured and the torturers.
With love, the torture may go away.
No one will have to wait in terror.
Listening to the door crack open and the next session to begin.

Note:
This was a client from the Middle East that I worked with in BC. She had been a university professor and was picked up to be made an example to others. This was such a powerful dream that I was considering not using it in the book. She called me and I read the poem to her. She asked me to go ahead and include it since torture is a worldwide phenomenon.
During the period of three years, I did volunteer work with 146 survivors of torture, many of them from Survivors of Torture organization in Victoria, Canada.
Thanks to Amnesty International and others, she was released and went to New York where she was fearless even in the most dangerous situations. She walked the worst streets at night.
She came to BC married, started teaching again. Then the entire trauma came back. When she came to see me, she was terrorized of dogs and noises. She is doing much better now and has a mostly normal life and is able to teach in University once again. She still does not like dogs and has to take precautions.
Unfortunately, torture is alive and well in the world, causing pain and suffering all over the planet. Unfortunately, torture is alive and well in the world, causing damage to at least seven generations.
I agree with the poem. It is time to stop the torture. She endorsed this poem saying that it was important since it happens in many places in the world.
In the partly lucid dream I was with her and it was a hard one to be part of and then write it down.

Selected by Kagan Goh, poet,  performer,filmmaker and writer. He chose this one because he felt that it needed to be heard. My client also told me before the book came out: “Please spread the word, torture is widely used all over the world.”

Poem 3,

Egyptian Football Girl
I am a football girl.
I love the beautiful game.
In my home we live 11 to a room,
in my grandmother’s place.
Every morning, I train for the tryout.
I get up early, pick up my pallet and carefully step over the little ones.
Go to practice in a quiet place, uncle watches to be sure I am safe.
The air blows through my hair, playing with it, drying the sweat.
I feel transported to a new powerful place.
My body is joyful, I am happy; I am flying through the air!
Suddenly, I fall grasping the ancient dirt of the pharaohs in my hands.
Jumping off the ground, carrying the dust with me under my fingernails.
I am renewed.
I love the beautiful game.
It is an art; it is a dance with a ball.
My uncle goes with me, disapproving.
He asks me why I do not wear my scarf.
I tell him I need to run free and fast,
to help my grandmother buy bread,
stay in her room instead of the street.
Girls do not play football uncle says, shaking his head at it all.
He loves me, my grandmother needs the money.
She cries about being thrown out, she is afraid.
I yearn to be in the team.
Tryouts come.
I pass, I am in.
I feel like a new person.
My grandmother laughs; she can keep the room and all of us.
My uncle is happy yet sad.
New ways are coming he says.
New ways are coming.

Note: This poem came from seeing a remarkable documentary on an Egyptian woman who creates girl football teams despite resistance. She created a number of girl’s teams that play each other and even boy’s teams. This was the poem about Neda, a young girl who tries out for the team and illustrates some of the changes that are happening in Egypt.
When I woke up at 2 AM, I could feel sore muscles and dirt under my nails.
This was one of the most powerful lucid dreams that I had. The feelings of freedom, of flying through the air, my running muscles in over drive and sore lasted for some time.

Selected by Mamta Agarwal, well known poet and writer.

Thank you all for the love and support,

Respect , Peace and Love.

 

 

 

World Poetry Celebrates Poet Herb Bryce From Canada!

 

 

 

 

 

Hope by Neamat Haidari , with permission.

Ariadne’s Notes: On June, 14, 1-2 PM, PST, the World Poetry Café Radio Show welcomed poet and writer Herb Bryce  (Due to technical difficulties, he will be back on August 2 )and the  beautifully talented  musician and composer Sara Serpa with her new CD  Close Up. Brought to us by our great partners Braitwaite and Katz.

Also on the show was a beautiful poem by Kagan Goh for his father read by Ariadne Sawyer and a Father’s Day poem from Elaine Woo read by our great tech Victor Schwartzman. Another Big Bessie story from  Special Volunteer Sharon Rowe was  also read by Victor. 

 

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W. Bryce is a former journalist and newspaper editor, book editor and teacher. He has been a traveler (kidnapped and robbed), and has worked as a courier and a farm hand. His writings have appeared in anthologies in the United States, in British Columbia, Canada, in the “Fifty-five Plus” annual directory, “Today’s Senior Magazine,” and “Bryce’s Blog for Seniors.” His work is also in several local anthologies. Previous features, and comic strips, have appeared in “The Daily Mirror Book for Boys,” and “…for Girls,” in London, England, where he worked as a book editor. He also plied his journalistic skills with a daily newspaper in Worthing, England. In Canada, he worked at various newspapers in his home province of Saskatchewan, and  at The Globe and Mail. Upon his return from his travels in Spain, Portugal, North Africa, the Middle East, etc., he signed on with The Hamilton Spectator. He has a degree in English and Journalism from Western University in London, Ontario, Canada, as well as teacher’s certification from the University of Alberta. Mr. Bryce, author of “Ann – A Tribute,” and “Chasing a Butterfly – A journey of love and loss to acceptance,” a book of poetry arising from his decade as care giver to his Alzheimer’s wife, writes from his home in Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Canada.

LUCKY ONE

Oh, I have been the lucky one

To have lived and learned with her,

For always it was she,

The happy, doing one,

The giving, caring soul.

Our life has been,

Since those giddy, happy times,

A story of adventure,

One of give and take

And always and for ‘ever,’

Love for each and other’s sake.

How lucky to have met her,

How marvelous she cared.

Forever will I wonder

Why it was she dared

To have belief in me.

But whatever was the mystery,

Always I will cherish

The faith that both we shared

Through our lifelong span together—

So happy we were paired.

And I am not complaining,

Indeed I’m giving thanks,

For what I’ve gained from what she gave

Would enrich, I think, all of Britain’s banks.

And now when she is fading,

And I reflect upon our past,

I see the longer shadow,

The one that she has cast.

Herb W. Bryce (C) All rights reserved by the author.

 

 

World Poetry Celebrates The Talented Musician Sera Serpa!

 

 

The World Poetry Café  on June  14,  (CFRO 100.5 FM )at 1:30 PM PST, celebrated the  beautifully talented  musician and composer Sara Serpa with her new CD  Close Up. Brought to us by our great partners Braitwaite and Katz. I absolutely loved her new CD which combines her lovely voice with cello and tenor sax.

Also on the show was a beautiful poem by Kagan Goh for his father read by Ariadne Sawyer and a Father’s Day poem from Elaine Woo read by our great tech Victor Schwartzman. Another Big Bessie story from  Special Volunteer Sharon Rowe was  also read by Victor. 

Due to technical difficulties  at 1:10 PM, Herb Bryce will be re-scheduled to August 2nd.

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 Notes  by Sara Serpa on her new CD : “Close Up can be explained, interpreted, and heard through multiple angles of its creative process and performance. www.saraserpa.com/

The configuration of voice, saxophone and cello exposes each instrument in a vulnerability that sometimes verges on discomfort, much like a Close Up photograph that is saturated with detail. As a trio, we are faced with the challenges of finding a way to work together while playing within this hyper-detailed setting and this uneasy close range. From within this exposure, we look for cohesion, and collective sound. I wrote the material, but the music took shape in the process of our rehearsals and the time we spent together, discussing and trying. The recording process, too, continued the concept of exposure. All of us were present in the same room as we recorded, taking away the possibility of correcting mistakes—no chance of going back.

The compositions themselves also reveal Close Ups of different episodes in my life. Each episode as it took place by itself felt simultaneously important and isolated. Put together the episodes create a whole—life itself, with its moments of joy and sadness.  The compositions assume the different languages from throughout my life. In English, my adopted second language, there are texts by two women whose writing I greatly admire: Virginia Woolf and philosopher and feminist Luce Irigaray. Portuguese, my mother tongue, appears in “Pássaros”, a poem by the late Ruy Bello, gone too soon. Departure from and avoidance of language is part of my work. When I come to sing or compose, in the moment I lack words, I sing sounds. Sounds that alone find their meaning. The wordless voice becomes another Close Up of a moment, emotion or expression. There are different challenges imposed on the voice in this music – to create a background, to hold down a bass line, to sing long tones that become textures, to traverse complex lines, to find its place without a harmonic instrument, to be independent, to feature as a solo, to act in ensemble. These are all challenging situations, from which I am continually learning: to find the place for my human voice.

Finally, at the time I was writing and working on this music, the film Close Up by Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami appeared in my life. The film was transformative for me, and has stayed alive in my mind as very few films are able to do. It is inspired by real life events and performed by the participants themselves—the people involved in the events become the subjects of the film. Subjects become objects, the viewers become the actors, and the actor(s) become(s) the director(s), as they reenact and reconstruct present and past events. Cinephile Sabzian fraudulently impersonates a well-known Iranian filmmaker to get access to a family’s house and daily private life. With the pretense that the family members and their house are ideal for his new film, he spends weeks in the house until his fraud is eventually discovered and he is taken to court. Sabzian is the anti-hero, in the sense that he lies and deceives.  And yet it is impossible to see him as a bad person. The way he naively speaks and behaves shows his humanity and suffering. In the film, while Sabzian is in the courtroom, in a real-life trial, Kiarostami interviews him, showing a Close Up pan of his face. 

In Close Up we, together, become actors and directors, performers and listeners, the others and ourselves. You too are part of this process. Thank you for listening.”

Sara Serpa is a singer, composer, improviser who implements a unique instrumental approach to her vocal style. Recognized for her distinctive wordless singing, Serpa has been immersed in the field of jazz, improvised and experimental music since first arriving in New York in 2008.  Described by JazzTimes magazine as “a master of wordless landscapes” and by the New York Times as “a singer of silvery poise and cosmopolitan outlook,” Serpa started her recording and performing career with jazz luminaries such as Grammy-nominated pianist, Danilo Perez, Guggenheim and MacArthur Fellow pianist, Ran Blake, and Greg Osby.

Her ethereal music draws from a broad variety of inspirations including literature, film, visual arts as well as history and nature. As a leader, she has produced and released nine albums, (with labels Sunnyside Records, Clean Feed, Tzadik and Inner Circle Music); the latest being “All The Dreams” in collaboration with guitarist André Matos. Serpa has collaborated with an extensive array of musicians including John Zorn, Guillermo Klein, Zeena Parkins, Mark Turner, Tyshawn Sorey, Nicole Mitchell, among many others.

She has performed her own music in Europe, Australia, North and South America, singing at international festivals such as Festa do Jazz, the Panama Jazz Festival, Festival de Jazz de Montevideo, Wangaratta Jazz Festival and Adelaide Festival, Sopot Jazz Festival or venues like Bimhuis, Casa da Música, Village Vanguard, Jazz Standard, The Stone, Brooklyn Academy of Music, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the Kennedy Center for the Arts, among others.

Currently, Serpa leads a trio with Erik Friedlander (cello) and Ingrid Laubrock (tenor sax), with a debut album coming out in March 2018 (Close Up/ Clean Feed) , and a trio featuring Zeena Parkins (harp) and Mark Turner (tenor sax) in an interdisciplinary  performance, combining film with live music entitled “Recognition“.

Serpa’s innovative approach has been praised since her debut album Praia (2008) was released, as stated by All About Jazz: , she raises profound questions regarding the previous role of the vocalist in jazz. She sings as an instrumentalist, as a member of an ensemble with a bold conception not the star of some show.”

Serpa’s collaboration with her teacher/ mentor, Guggenheim and MacArthur Fellow pianist Ran Blake resulted in three recorded albums, providing fertile ground for the singer to explore/ interpret the Great American Songbook along with Film-Noir: Camera Obscura (2010), Aurora (2012), Kitano Noir (2015), the latter described by PopMatters as “wonderfully hypnotic”.

Sara Serpa is a member of Mycale, an international a-capella quartet commissioned by McArthur Fellow and avant-garde composer John Zorn whose newest release Gomory (2015) was praised by The New York Times as “astonishingly beautiful, a high point in the series; it sounds medieval and new at the same time.”

With literature has a source of inspiration, Serpa released the album Mobile (2011), title that refers to themes of travel and movement, reflects her passion for reading. Inspired by authors from Homer to Melville to V.S Naipaul, and featuring André Matos, Kris Davis, Ben Street and Ted Poor, it was noted as “work of art in motion” by the Chicago Jazz Magazine and outlined by JazzMan Magazine (France): “Serpa’s commitment to this special and difficult project works wonders – it would be difficult not surrender to it.”

Sara Serpa was the first Portuguese musician to ever perform at the renowned New York jazz venue, The Village Vanguard, in 2008 and 2009 with Greg Osby’s group. Serpa was voted as “Musician of the Year” in 2010 by the newspaper O Público, one of the major daily publications in Portugal, and was the cover of the U.S magazine Jazziz in 2012. Serpa has been voted and included by the DownBeat Magazine Critics Poll in the “Rising Star Vocalist” list in 2014, 2015, 2016 and 2017.

Serpa’s accomplishments extend beyond the jazz world. Serpa has performed/ interpreted music of contemporary composers such as Andreia Pinto- Correia, Derek Bermel (with the Albany Symphony Orchestra, conducted by David Allan Miller), Aya Nishina (Flora (2014), and Joseph C. Phillips Jr. (Changing Same (2015).

A New England Conservatory Master of Music (MM) in Jazz Performance, and a graduate from ISPA (Portugal) in Social Work and Rehabilitation, the Portuguese singer completed her Piano and Classical Singing Studies at Lisbon National Conservatory. She later fell in love with Jazz and Improvisation through the Hot Clube de Portugal’s school, while working on her research thesis about Refugee Women in Portugal. She relocated to the United States in 2005 to attend Berklee College of Music, followed by New England Conservatory.

Source : Braitwaite and Katz.