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.
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.