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World Poetry Celebrates the Talented Ayn Inserto!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: On October , 8 2018, an exciting guest called into the World Poetry Café Radio Show at 1:10 PM PST. Ayn Inserto shared with us her new CD Down A Rabbit Hole available from Summit Records; a musical adventure with songs that took us on a journey into an imaginary world of sounds. Hosts  Dr. Diego Bastinutti , Ariadne Sawyer , super tech Victor Schwartzman, special volunteer Sharon Rowe and regular correspondent Jeanne Probst completed the World Poetry Team. We would like to thank Braitwaite and Katz for sending this great composer and musician.

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Ayn Inserto is a groundbreaking composer who is emerging as one of the preeminent voices of her generation. She received her Masters of Music degree in Jazz Composition from the New England Conservatory in May 2001. She is a winner of the 2007 IAJE/ASCAP Emerging Composer Commission honoring Frank Foster, the 2003/04 and 2005/06 ASCAP Young Jazz Composers’ Awards and has received various honors which include the Concord Pavilion Associates Marian McPartland Award, the Pacific Coast Jazz Festival Most Outstanding small jazz ensemble, and the 1999 Best Original Composition award at the Billy Higgins Jazz Festival. She was picked by Bob Brookmeyer to study jazz composition as his protégé. Listen to her work at http://ayninserto.com/

World Poetry Celebrates Jenna Lynn Albert!

Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café CFRO, 100.5 FM, featured a new book by Jenna Lynn Albert with her new book Bec  & Call published by Nightwood Editions on November 1-2 pm PST. Hosts Ariadne Sawyer and Diego Bastinutti , super tech Victor Swartzman and special volunteer Sharon Rowe. Also featured was  a good news update on Rahmat Haidari and a story by Sharon Rowe.

The second guest , Ayn Inserto called in from the US  at 1:30 pm PST with her brand new CD The Rabbit Hole which will be the next feature. 

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Jenna Lyn Albert is a poet, cat enthusiast, and proud acadienne. A graduate of the University of New Brunswick’s Creative Writing program, her poetry has appeared in The Malahat Review, The Puritan, Riddle Fence,The Antigonish Review, The Temz Review and CV2. Albert lives in Fredericton, New Brunswick, where she is a member of The Fiddlehead’s editorial board and a first reader for Goose Lane Editions’ Icehouse poetry imprint. Her debut collection of poetry, Bec& Call, is out now with Nightwood Editions.

Poem:

Tongue-in-cheek

The dinner plate is white and square
like the fancy ones from restaurants,
the tablecloth white and oval and even.
There’s a small salad fork to my left
and my sister’s place is set the same,
tiny utensils for two petite minettes
with bon appetites, each of us eyeing
the up-cycled jam jars of racinette
that we can’t drink until O Captain!
My Captain! has his food served to him,
our supper following tout de suite.
Here we’re given cloth napkins, not
paper, and I hate using them because
they are white and clean and folded.
Pépère made our meal tonight: seafood,
his specialty, the potatoes and fish dish
all white, cut into bite-sized pieces
that barely stand apart from the dishes
they are heaped on. My sister and I eat
the white meat and starch, les poissons,
les poissons, hee hee hee, haw haw haw
but Pépère gets the last laugh, smile
all gums, dentures waggling, he asks
how we like our cod tongue and cheek.
Mid-mastication, we pause. Pardonne-
moi? He swish-swishes his teeth back
to their proper position, says nothing.
A muffled retch comes from my sister,
running for the salle de bain faster
than Mémère can Ostie d’calvaire,
Claude, and there’s tongue in my cheek
and cheeks on my tongue and it’s not
long before I’m kneeling with my sister
over the toilet, the tile not nearly
as comfy as the prie-dieux at church.

 Jenna Lynn Albert (C) All rights reserved.

World Poetry Celebrates The Heart of the City Festival!

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café Radio Show was honoured to be a partner once again with the Heart of The City Festival! For our special show, we re-visited the memories  and history of Hogan’s Alley in Vancouver  and featured the well known poet Ghai  Aweida from the Thursday Club in the downtown eastside. Also e-poets Mamta Agarwal from India and Chinese poet, Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri, story by Sharon Rowe and Poetic News. Still in membership drive right now: Please become a donator or member by going to www.coopradio.org , clicking on membership at the top and contributing what you can. This will help us stay on the air.

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Ghia Aweida is a Lebanese Canadian poet of Palestinian, Syrian and Lebanese descent. She is a faithful member of Thursdays and is a self-published a number of chapbooks, a full-length poetry book, My Spiritual Journey and is published in several Thursdays anthologies, the latest anthology is From the Heart of It All.

The Heart of Art
Like an artery pulsating
in a world shun off
waiting to feed and nourish
the curious cells
far away from it
renewing energy
at the centre of its lover,
the centre of its city
giving and taking of its experiences
with another heart nearby,
spreading its love of creation
throughout the city
into its suburbs
with the newcomers
with the citizens
with other artists
with one another
with our hosts.
The city returns its tired blood
exhausted from old art
through the veins of its existence
to the heart of its creation
purify its veins
absorbing and emitting
new ideas
and drinking in fresh juices
sprinkling particles of spunk
further into the suburbs
through the capillaries
into the thumb arteries
that hold the pen
to write on the pages
telling stories of life
or the brush
to paint upon the canvasses
painting the stages of life
and creating mural after mural
filling studio and gallery walls
further nourishing the heart
willing to reach out and teach
willing to help teach its young

renewing the city
with every moment
as sweet as the music playing
as precious as the sage burning
its scent awakening the senses
in the days of its celebration.
The heart beats still
long after the festival dies down.

Ghia Aweida (C) All rights reserved by author.