Performance Poet Nicole Peyrafitte your dub verse is mind raving and lyrical gymnastics are scintillates lowly spirited readers to resurrect themselves to activity. Your poetry heaves with heart throbbing rhythm, that of a dense canopy of papaya tree dancing on the passing wind and as well dangling with ripe yellow ready to be give us Vitamin C. Your art is mature and provokes the world to rise and see dots of darkness in the sun as such to realize patches of dirty on the undergarments of the moon .Your philosophy concocted imagery raves and cracks our mental boxes, like how stray tendrils of marijuana smoke spirals into the nostrils of a saint, a nonsmoker and wrecks his brains to speak to himself or herself. Mind boggling. Thus, the power of your voice is extraordinary. You are multi- talented , you juggle from philosophy into protest into resistance as you spew hard protest vitriol into the deadly , death itching eyes of heartless dare- murderers who killed and surrendered Georges Floyd s life onto the devil in cold blood .The poem about the painful death George Floyd is a hymn sizzling with grief and heart-wrecking pain .You are a humanitarian poet ,you hold revolutionary shield ,your poetic license and scythe of truth , your imagery to defend peace and freedoms that are subjected to bloodletting cruelty and life demising violence . And this has since plunged our earth, our world into a golgotha of death. Your resistance message is not only for the hushed murderers of George Floyd, it is a revolutionary signal to all those who thrive on spilling human blood for purposes of power, barbarism, revenge, savagery and retrogression. Lastly, your action-packed performance poetry video reflects the amount of energy and the emotion in it carries the extent of seriousness of matters being addressed by the showcase. Nicole Peyrafitte you are poet par excellence, an extraordinary voice to come out the world. Your hybrid mix of both page poetry, spoken word poetry, French and English language versions is a symptom of diversity of talents, cultural tolerance and inclusivity. POWERFUL. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC prides in profiling excellence, prowess, creativity and diversity of ideas- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
Niels Hav, your poems are rust less steel syringe needles sparking with insulin of wisdom to heal us from the fervent -fever of ignorance and the promise – demising dysentery of savagery. Your verses are candle lights to dim out darkness from the earth incessantly haunted by demons of hypocrisy, world spoiled by devils of retrogression, earth picked and pocketed by dare-dictators of killing hope on the altar of discord. You are a wordsmith gifted with four mental eyes. Your vivid imagery is a well-trimmed mirror on which we see visualize, touch, see, enjoy and read half-naked shadows of life with their tired heads draped in rainbow -laced black and white bandanas of irony and fat limped truth dressed in gowns of satire. Legendary Poet Niels Nav is an International Poetry powerhouse. I can safely name -tag Global Poetry Laureate. His Spoken word poetry and Page poetry are featured on international spaces. Laureate Nav has published more than more than 15 poetry and short stories collections since 1981.Legendary. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is appreciating the high-grade artistry and literary prowess displayed in the writings and poetry life of Internationally renowned Poet, Acclaimed Spoken Word Artist, Global Poetry Laureate Danish Poet and Distinguished Writer Niels Hav- (Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
Before social media, it would've taken twelve lifetimes to meet the writers, activists and peace-makers who've come into my life. That is as true for this unexpected collaboration with Mbizo Chirasha and Time of the Poet Republic, as for the Canadian poets and storytellers who responded for this very special issue. Even if we weren't featuring themes of Tolerance and Peace-building, it would still be necessary for this collection to feature writers as varied as this country itself. And so, I went everywhere I could, asking Indigenous, People of Colour and writers from our vibrant LGBTQ2+ community for their words. Soon, the poetry, followed by prose, began to arrive, from the West to the East coast, and the cold far North. Our first offering came from Calgary, Alberta poet Lori D. Roadhouse Haney, and it was immediately clear, within a single line of verse, that this issue had the potential to be bring us to our knees with grace. Juan Ramirez, meanwhile, calls all who will listen to participate in a social re-Genesis, while Dew Williams brings us into the realities of her Indigenous-Canadian life, through the simple act of drawing her teacher a picture, and then drawing it again. And again. Our youngest storyteller, nine year old Raelynn, carries with her the hope that our next generation is already as gifted and inclusive as anyone who's been spilling ink for decades. Hers is a talent that needs to be supported in the literary arts, and we're proud to do that here. We have a sonnet. We have a poem about the human mathematics of war. The Poet Laureate of the Yukon has graced us with two selections, while yet more poets of note than I can mention, including first-time authors, award winners and a contributor with 17 books to his name, have poured out their pens to speak peace and love and heartbreak to a listening world. I have no diplomatic status, but I have nonetheless anointed one honourary Canadian in the person of Iraqui-American, Pulitzer Prize nominated, Pushcart Prize winning poet, Faleeha Hassan. Although she's made America her home, Faleeha embodies the deepest, best, shared belief of our two countries: that an immigrant is as Canadian, is as American, as anyone whose great-great-grandparents were born here. With that belief in contention in the nation she's adopted, we welcome her into this collection with gratitude and love. Then...then there's Patrick Friesen Patrick (of no known relation to myself) is a Mennonite writer who needs no introduction to Canadian writers and readers. A pioneer of writing about the culture and religious tradition into which he and I were born, a generation apart, this poet has been shortlisted for our country's highest literary honour, while clearing a path for writers like me to speak truth into and outside of our communities. If you missed it at the top of this page, scroll back before reading on. Turn on your sound and hear the voice of the poet himself. In this graciously-given video, Friesen's words are punctuated and amplified through the extraordinary musicality and production of his son Niko Friesen. We couldn't be more proud and grateful to them both for allowing us to present this gift to you. Dear readers: Thank you for spending the following time with us in Canada. In choosing the order of works, I tried to tell a story. Sincerely, Darcie Friesen Hossack
When I was thirteen my English tutor told me I was gifted and a prime candidate for a PhD Literature/Poetry. I loved John Donne’s dirges, Blake, Poe. I like artists Van Gogh, Picasso, Kandinsky, Frida Kahlo, Dali, Max Ernst, Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo and the Pre-Raphaelites. In the main, paintings and poems that told allegorical stories, often had mythological or classical themes and took me as a reader into alternative realities. The idea that art and poetry were symbiotic associations of one another appealed to me. I wasn’t interested in poets like John Betjeman or artists like John Constable, I had a definite leaning towards the more Surreal, Abstract, Symbolist art and often the dark works of Otto Dix and Arnold Boecklin were a source of my fascination. I was beginning to display very strong signs of rebellion and refused to do what I was told to do by everyone. I remember writing a poem “Spaceage Depression” when I was thirteen and for a young girl to write as I did was the aftermath of much unspoken suffering and the precursor to a wild, tumultuous and extraordinary life! I remember my mother showing my grandfather what I had written in that poem and instead of saying something they both just stared at each other with very wide-eyes. It was like time stood still and it is a memory I have never forgotten. Many years later, before my mother passed on, she read a lot of my work - and I recited to and for her - she would always be silent and at the end I recall her saying “You don’t know how good you are – do you?” So my “mental box” or “heart cave” came into the world pre-programmed with a soul that had already been here many times and had many lives before and as life went forward I realised I wasn’t like a lot of children and I tried to “fit in” but most of the time it didn’t work. I became quite a loner and would walk for miles and miles alone as a teenager and had a spiritual relationship with Van Gogh at that time. Really, why would anyone want to bother having relationships with humans when there are human spirits already transitioned and calling out for my company! I found the spirits much more exciting and interesting as they had a full life on the planet before departing and those who committed suicide were always my best friends! “La tristesse durera.” (The sadness will last forever) VINCENT VAN GOGH
To state or chant ‘BLACK LIFE’S MATTER’ is not to say other lives don’t matter, it’s a reminder that four hundred years and counting, black lives didn’t matter enough. Not during the dark era of slave trade and its horrors on the African, not after slavery ended and blacks were left holding the short end of the stick. Economic deprivation, educational biases, color bars, institutional discrimination, where law applies selectively has had outright demonization of a people based on their color.So blacks were pushed against the wall of discrimination one more time and they snapped. The best so far out of a bad situation is that the movement is no longer about black. It is a race issue. And black skin, brown skin, white skin and all other hues in between are waking up to the horror of the black man’s burden on racial prejudice and accompanying monstrosities of infamy, where unarmed men die at the hands of law keepers instead of being protected. The human race is waking up to the disastrous truth of racial profiling where a man is a suspect because of his color. The human race is waking up to the questionable values of former slave masters holding dignified positions on streets and parks across Countries as honored statues. The human race is waking up to the truth that there are still deniers of the history and continuing terrorizing and even killing of black people.That the core agenda of BLACK LIVES MATTERS remains the integrity of human values based on its diversity, global recognition of said values, empathy for the final struggle for liberation against these idiosyncrasies, restoration of justice and internationality of those same human values goes to speak to a change whose time has come.The BLACK LIVES MATTER movement has so far demonstrated non-violent protests and civil disobedience to speak their needs against all the above shows the world that theirs is a cry to belong as men and not a war against a group or groupings. Let the men and women of goodwill who recognize humanity as one human race, continue to speak out in letters, poetry, dirges, contributions, videos, as Global Poetry response is doing- #BLACKLIVESMATTER , A GLOBAL RESPONSE( Guest reviewed /blurbed by African Poetic Lioness NANCY NDEKE)