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World Poetry Celebrates the Talented Chris Bailey!
Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café Radio Show welcomed two very special guests December 6, 1-2 pm PST on CFRO 100.5 FM.
Calling in at 1:10 PM PST was the lovely Nigerian, Canadian filmmaker Shasha Nakhai with her new doc, Take Light which will be shown on the documentary channel at 9 pm across Canada on Sunday December 9. https://www.takelightfilm.com/
Our second caller at 1:30 PM PST was the talented poet from PEI, Chris Bailey with his new book: What Your Hands Have Done by Nightwood Editions , www.nightwoodeditiond.com The book is a masterful portrayal of fisherman and family as well as a vivid description of culture. Having lived in Kodiak, Alaska among fisherman, I was fascinated by certain similarities, among them being fiercely independent and proud of their lifestyle.
For the first time we welcomed a girl nature poet Tshering Zangmo Namsa from Bhutan with her moving poem on unity. Thanks to Victor Schwartzman , our technical engineer for reading her poem.
We read two poems from n’s new groundbreaking book, Caution: Deep Water about the concerns of seniors and retirement living.
CD music was by Stan Rogers and Djelimady Tounkara. A special treat was a beautiful Seasons Greeting From Yoshifumi Sakura , World Poetry Music Director and composer of our anthem as well as a great postcard and message from World Poetry Correspondent, Rui Carvalho with a message in Portuguese “Tudo De Boh or “All the Best”. Author Sharon Rowe had a brand new story for her second book: Big Bessie Goes to Mars, read by Victor Schwartzman.
LISTEN TO THE SHOW HERE!
Chris Bailey is a fisherman and award winning author from North Lake , Prince Edward Island, He has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Guelph and is a past recipient of the Milton Acorn Award. His work has appeared in numerous journals .
HAVE A COOKIE
The way your father tells you is simple. To the point.
Speaking with the tone he’d use to say the direction
of the tides, what your brother Tom in Fort Mac said,
or describing the noise the truck axle makes.
His hand on the thing sprouting from his neck:
The doctor says it’s probably cancer. They’re cutting
it off next week. A strip of paper towel in front of him.
A cup filled with tea. A new pack of cookies that rattles
when he reaches in, not looking at you. He endures
your stunned silence, says, I asked if he had his pocket
knife on him, said he could do it right there
if he wanted. Then: Sit down, boy. Have a cookie.
Not knowing what else to do or say, you sit.
Take a cookie. The kind with icing in the middle. One
half vanilla, the other chocolate. He fills ice cream
dishes with these for long days on the boat.
Something to snack on when working in the sun.
You snap the cookie in two, then four, and stare
a while at what your hands have done.
Chris Bailey (C) all rights reserved.
World Poetry Celebrates a Book Launch with Kevin Morris!
Ariadne’s Notes: On May 4, 1-2 pm PST, the World Poetry Café Radio Show (CFRO 100.5 FM) Celebrated the unique and talented poet Kevin Morris and his new book a collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” will be published, by Moyhill Publishing in May/June 2017, in both print and e-book formats. Podcast:
It was a wonderful show, full of poetry and insights about poetry and editing. Also Kevin kindly offered to help other creators with disabilities to contact him at https://newauthoronline.com/ Follow him on Twitter: https://twitter.com/drewdog2060_
Poetic News: From Katherine Gordon’s collective and edited book of poems Piping at End of Days (Valley Press) we had Chris Faiers who was featured in the book with his poem: “Five Minutes Ago They Dropped the Bomb” He says: “ The poem which coined the term EQ in 1984′. The poem is far more important than I am as a poet or a list of my literary credits. The substantiation for the claim that this poem created the term EQ, and the now much popularized concept of emotional intelligence, is in the link to my blog posting in the email http://www.eelpie.org/cricket/faiers_biog.htm “ Also a poem by Katherine Gordon The Silver Pipers of UR, was read. World Poetry Theme Music by Musical Ambassador and Director Yoshifumi Sakura was also played.
The World Poetry Team: Host and producer, Ariadne Sawyer, MA, co-host Anita Aguirre Nieveras, super tech Victor Schwartzman plus volunteers Sharon Rowe and dog Willow.
To hear this amazing show: CLICK HERE!
Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969.
Kevin lost the majority of his eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot.
He is a braille user and has happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library.
Kevin read history and politics at University College Swansea and graduated with a BA (joint hons) and a MA in political theory.
In 1994 Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works. He began writing poetry in 2012. Most of Kevin’s poems can be found on his website, https://newauthoronline.com/
which also contains links to his published works. His Twitter account: https://twitter.com/drewdog2060_
Much of Kevin’s poetry is inspired by the environment. He lives close to an historic park in the Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace area (a suburb of London).
Upper Norwood derives it’s name from the Great North Wood and remains of the greenest parts of greater London.
Being visually impaired Kevin uses Job Access with Speech or JAWS software which converts text into speech and braille enabling him to use a standard Windows
computer or laptop.
Kevin’s forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” will be published, by Moyhill Publishing in May/June 2017, in both print and e-book formats.
Shall I Sit Out This Dance?
Shall I sit out this dance,
As the dancers prance
On occasions, can I not join in
With my companions and grin?
Of the throng
Helps me forget;
I am not as other men,
There is, all the while,
The knowledge of this temporary din.
Others see it too;
Me speaking of such a thing
As bad form and bring
The conversation around
To matters less profound.
But, when they are alone,
Do they not think on skin and bone?
I can reduce my companions to laughter
With my jokes, but after
Closing time will come.
Kevin Morris (C) All rights reserved by the author.