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World Poetry Celebrates THE MUSIC OF STRANGERS, Yo-Yo MA!


A Must See Film Review by Ariadne Sawyer, MA

 Be sure to catch this film which is opening at the Park Theatre in Vancouver on July 22nd. http://www.tribute.ca/showtimes/theatre/the-park-theatre/park/ for show times.

World Poetry is honored to be a Promotional Partner for the Music of Strangers.

The film is directed by Morgan Neville, director of the Academy Award-Winning 20 Feet From Stardom. The film follows an extraordinary group of musicians who have come together to celebrate the universal power of music. The Silk Road Ensemble, an international collective created by acclaimed cellist Yo-Yo Ma, exemplifies music’s ability to blur geographical boundaries, blend disparate cultures and inspire hope for both artists and audiences. Sources: The Archive and the Orchard  plus  PR by the Taro PR Group.

I absolutely loved this warm, life affirming film which also reflected the human suffering of mankind through wars and the  loss of country.  It   showed the enthusiasm and persistence of the great cellist Yo-Yo Ma and his vision of bringing world musicians together to create a new sound and even a way of being.  The idea of being  “Cultural Citizens” may show us the way to celebrate our connectedness and free us from rigid boundaries.

Throughout the film, the wonderful joyfulness   of Yo-Yo Ma infuses the film and brings the message of creation and hope.

Here are some memorable quotes from the film:  “The power of art crosses out limitations.”  “Tradition needs evolution or it gets smaller.” “Art is opening up to possibility.”

The guests I brought to the preview had some inspiring comments:

“The film will interest those wanting to learn more not only about music but about different cultures; instruments and their historical meanings from various regions; architecture around the world; and the harmony between sound and visual art.” Laura Kelsey.

Music, the universal language of all, we learn, is a core facilitator, encouraging world citizens to realize mankind’s common purpose while seeking identity. Thereby, from the heart, we can, and need to work together, with shared hope and renewed energy, naturally transforming and harmonizing world cultures toward lasting peace. “Carla Evans.

“The film touches on real world issues and its effect on the creative culture of its peoples.  One spoken line in the movie that stands out for me is that, “a culture must continue to grow or it will die.”  This film reinforces the idea that music can contribute to the meeting of people of different cultures and continue to grow by contributing to each other.  The film touched my heart and brought to my mind   how we are all molded from the same clay.”  Neall Ryon.

Invite your friends and family to see this wonderful film!

Thanks to Lauren Colt at TARO PR for source material.


World Poetry Proudly Presents Lisa Shatzky from Bowen Island, BC Canada!

IMG_10376398526285Ariadne’s note:
The World Poetry Café Radio Show  with host Ariadne Sawyer proudly welcomed the talented poet Lisa Shatzky in a fascinating interview with her poems, writing tips and life on a boat with a dog who thinks who is a cat. The welcome music by Clara Hsu
unfortunately did not work, but will try next week. Also sorely missed was host Israel Mota. Music by Bach, played by Yo Yo Mah and Victoria Musician Swan Walker. To hear this interesting show CLICK HERE!The World Poetry Café is asking for new members! Please go to www.coopradio.org and become a member of our show.

Lisa Shatzky’s poetry has been published in The Vancouver Review, Room Magazine,  Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, The Nashwaak Review, The Antigonish Review, The Dalhousie Review, Canadian Literature, Canadian Woman’s Studies, The Prairie Journal, Jones Ave., The New Quarterly, Monday’s Poem, and six chapbooks by Leaf Press (edited by Patrick Lane)  along with anthologies across Canada.








Her most recent poetry book “Blame it on the Moon” was published by Black Moss Press in November 2013.http://blackmosspress.com/productcat/poetry/

Her poetry book “Do Not Call Me By My Name” was published by Black Moss Press in August 2011 and was shortlisted for the Gerald Lampert Poetry Award in Canada in 2012.
Shatzky has also had prose published in a book called “Living Artfully:  Reflections from the Far West Coast published by The Key Publishing Group in September 2012, as well as poetry published in a Bowen Island anthology published by the Bowen Island Arts Council in 2013 called “This Island We Celebrate”.
When not writing she works as a psychotherapist on Bowen Island, B.C. where she lives on a boat with her partner Don and her children and various cats and a dog who thinks he is cat.


Suppose on a Monday afternoon
brewing traffic and deadlines, the elevator

gets stuck between the fourth and fifth floors and you stand with strangers in a space

smaller than any room in your house.
the man in front of you shifts back

and forth looking at his watch and the boy beside you wears only purple and a Mohawk haircut with a guitar on his back.

Next to him a woman stands on duty in a stiff blue dress buttoned high
carrying a bag of oranges imported from Spain.

Suppose this was all there was for the next two hours.

Suppose the shifting man now faces you, his eyes far away oceans you might have seen somewhere.

Suppose the Mohawk boy spits on the ground and can’t stop saying fuck.

Suppose the woman on duty unbuttons her collar and few oranges spill out gushing the room bright and bold.

Suppose you find an unfinished poem
in your backpack, the one you would never share

except for now, a poem about someone you thought you loved and never told and now it’s too late.

And the man with the ocean eyes says it makes him sad and pulls out a harmonica to offer his heart

and the boy stops saying fuck and tunes the guitar and everyone watches his fingers coaxing the strings

Their glory, a glory so tender the woman takes off her jacket and says it’s hot in here and you stumble

Through the unfinished poem telling them everything you meant to tell someone else
And the harmonica undresses the words
And the boy melts the guitar and the woman

Hums and murmurs something about yes, yes, I know that song and the elevator reveals

Itself for what it really is; an abandoned hermitage found again or a snatched up moment in paradise

Or the one small thing we felt
Brave enough to do that day
And no one wants to be rescued,

Not yet, not yet…

Lisa Shatshy (c)