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VI London Poetry Festival 2017: October 14-15

The VI London Poetry Festival 2017: October 14-15: Saturday-Sunday at The London Notting Hill St John's Church

VI London Poetry Festival 2017: October 14-15

Let there be surging seas of weaving coral lights
Let there be flights of light-lifting choral songs
And sun-sure-rise of larks of sublime joys to seize
Let us meet and greet sit and read as all hearts
Blend in and mend on and mind our dreams

October 14-15: Sat-Sun: 19:00-23:00

Coming Together: Claire Askew

In the early days, when your feet still struggled,
each morning, to find themselves, you inhabited a city
that only made sense on paper. I, the flitting
white cane that guided you, steered us
through espresso daydreams on yawning streets,
beneath bus-shelters – we were both blind –
doe-eyed and awe-full among stricken gallery frames.

Fairies and Fireflies: Rachel Finn

Chariot-bearing heroes race the landscape
For this is make believe land
And you are my centre-piece

The world is essentially
A tableau of glitter
Of love and adventure, forever and ever
Where a feeling spans the universe
And you make my dream
I like to believe
I fall and I see

Water Cycle: Helen Long

vapours of the voice
formation and reflection
understanding parcels crystallise

kaleidoscopic patterns
of milieu emerge
memories and faith its self repeats

Out of Interwoven Mess: Kerry-Fleur Schleifer

Shadows mingle
and create an interwoven mess.

'I am your lover.' he said,
caught by the half shadow, half light.

'Will you wax and wane upon
my motionless
silhouette?'

Floating beside shoulders: Philip Ruthen

To make you
of memory
is all I have
after being close enough
to kiss your tousled smile

Sun and Moon: Holly New

What am I supposed to say?
Cover it up by moving you in the way,
Then replace you when I’m afraid
Didn’t you know, I’m not the same

Serve me and do to impress,
But I praise only to repress,
You remind me of a love that was lost
I’ve been turned to ice, whatever I touch is frost.

Castle Rabbits, Edinburgh: Aiko Harman

Down the slope of castle crag, a family of cottontails
duck into the close of fallen rock, a warren
of underground homes. At dawn, as the tourist buses
line the castle-side of Johnston Terrace, the rabbits rest.

Jackdaws caw and peck at the after-trail of hare.
Men in dark suits sit at benches, face the fortress
on lunch breaks, stare blankly at mobile phones,
the last pages of a book – have forgotten the castle,
the rabbits, in all their daily toxic repetition.

East to Nowhere: Briony Dennis

Take me into the earth.
Smelling the dark soil.
Breathing the dew-damp dark.

Will I have left samsara then?
Every sign representing another
and another and neither representing
a real thing.

Take me back.
There is no going back
or forwards
or standing still,
there is no direction.
Merely correction,
rumbling in these catacombs.
The truth is now. This second. This instant,
the heart of mind, is brought home
in an instant, by the drowning of the telephone,
the destruction of the doorbell,
the demolition of 2.4 and the dinner party.
It's brought home for an instant…

Somewhere along the way to finding something,
to keep us from thinking about that which we should not lose,
whilst we distracted ourselves from that which we were losing.

We forgot to breathe.
To bring it home.

Sit, as the world wheels about you,
Ride the bus, as the universe flounders
and what will we leave?
Empty promises and shiny cars,
we didn't so much as look at the world,
or touch it with a curious finger.
Yet.

|| September 19: 2017 || ά. The VI London Poetry Festival 2017: October 14-15: Saturday-Sunday: 19:00-23:00. Poetry and Music Festival. The Festival started in 2005 and went on for five years; the fifth being held in 2009. This year the Festival resumes its celebrations of the word and the poetry and music in it so much so that that it contains the perform for the human soul to give it room enough as to be able to flow like the Universe. This event is FREE to the poetry and music lovers but a donation will be expected to help support the necessary costs. The Festival's time is between 19:00 and 23:00 but actual readings and musical performances will take place 19:30 and 22:30. But Tickets MUST be Booked.

There is a Cafe within the Church where food and drinks are served. Those wanting to have a meal can do so at the Cafe. For all the poets, musicians, performers, musical groups and all those, who love poetry are invited to join us. Poets and musicians wanting to take part, please, get in touch: editor at thehumanion.com. Volunteers: The Festival needs volunteers. Join us and let us celebrate the word. For further on the Festival, please, visit the Festival Website. Normally, the Festival was held for four-evenings. Because we are resuming the Festival after a break, this year, the Festival is beginning with two-evenings. Readmore

 

 

The Derek Walcott: The One and The No Other Derek Walcott: The Epic That He Was and the Epic That He Lived and the Legend of That Epic That He Has Left Behind

Image: University of Essex

|| March 26: 2017: University of Essex News || ά. This is in one sentence, how The Humanion saw Derek Walcott: To Read Derek Walcott is to Hear Eternity Speak in a Voice That is Purely Human and Truly Universal. And he is no more, that is, being a mortal, being here on earth. No more. And In another sentence, The Humanion says, The Derek Walcott: The One and The No Other Derek Walcott: The Epic That He Was and the Epic That He Lived and The Legend of That Epic That He Has Left Behind: O, What a Bounty That is for Humankind, what a treasure trove of a gift that he was able to create and now, has left behind for humanity, that will keep on giving to humanity as long as they shall keep on roaming the earth.

The Lakeside Theatre at the University of Essex’s Colchester Campus hosted a late flourishing of new theatrical work and revivals by Nobel Laureate Derek Walcott during his time as Visiting Professor of Poetry. Each year from 2011 to 2013 Walcott staged a production of his work at the Lakeside Theatre during his summer term visits and then in 2014 as part of a partnership between the Lakeside and Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London. Lakeside Theatre Director Barbara Pierson, speaking after the announcement of Walcott's death on Friday, March 17, said: “Derek brought the world to see the shows he staged at the Lakeside Theatre. He attracted to our Colchester Campus some of our greatest writers, who wanted to come to see and hear his work performed.

He, also, allowed us to welcome in audiences, who might not normally come to the Lakeside including Caribbean audiences who absolutely loved his work.” Walcott, who, also, received an honorary degree from the University of Essex, was Visiting Professor of Poetry from 2010 to 2013. During his annual visits to the University he created more and more ambitious productions with the support of Walcott experts Professor Maria Cristina Fumagalli from the Department of Literature, Film and Theatre Studies and Dr Penny Woollard, who was completing her PhD at the Department at the time.

The Lakeside productions included Moon-Child, Ti-Jean in Concert, in 2011, Pantomime in 2012, O Starry Starry Night in 2013, and Omeros in 2014. Walcott was, also, able to attract outstanding actors to his UK plays including Dean Atta, Brian Carter-Green. Joan Iyiola, Martina Laird, Wendell Manwarren, , Joseph Marcell Nigel Scott, David Tarkenter and Lesley-Ann Wells.

Barbara co-directed the premiere of Walcott’s play Oh Starry Starry Night with him after he was initially unable to travel to the UK to oversee rehearsals due to health reasons. Walcott gave feedback to Barbara and the cast over Skype.

Barbara said, “It was a great honour to work with Derek. He was passionate about the theatre and he loved being in the rehearsal room listening to the words he had written spoken by actors he loved, actors, who absolutely adored him and would travel huge distances to work with him.

“I was so relieved when Derek arrived to see O Starry, Starry Night and he said he liked it!” The Lakeside Theatre fostered the links between Walcott and Shakepeare’s Globe, which made their 2014 production of Omeros possible. The play was rehearsed at the Lakeside Theatre and received its UK premiere before transferring to the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse at the Globe’s London home.

Barbara said, “He was really, really moved by that production. He watched every single performance at the Lakeside Theatre and at the Globe. It meant so much to him to see his greatest work performed and we are very proud that we helped to make that happen.

Looking back he was able to achieve so much during his time at Essex and it shows how he was still so passionate about his writing and creating new work right to the end of his life.

It was such a privilege for us all to work with this incredible poetry and text. I felt he was able to bring together the culture, language and history of the Caribbean, Africa and Europe to create something extraordinary.” ω.

Love After Love: Derek Walcott

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Tell the World Where the Temple of Light Rises Like Fire

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|| March 05: 2017: Seoul National University South Korea News: Ho Jung Annie Hwang Writing  || ά.  Poet Chung Hee Seong, the Class of 1968, Korean Literature, was a graduate student, aged 26, when he was asked by University's Administration to write a poem about Seoul National University to celebrate the relocation of its campus. Chung wrote the famous poem, Where the temple of light rises like fire whose last line has been quoted countless times.

To those who ask where the path to our nation lies: Tell them to look to Mount Gwanak. The poem was read at the groundbreaking ceremony of the new Campus of the University on April 02, 1971. The ceremony was attended by the Korean President and the government ministers. This poem is posted on the Student Cafeteria Wall and on the Universtiy Library Wall. And the poem lives on. Tell the world, dear Reader, Tell the World, Where the Temple of Light Rises Like Fire......

Where the Temple of Light Rises Like Fire

To those who ask for the way-
I tell them, lift your eyes to Mount Gwanak,
to the cool forehead of its peaks.
The aura of wisdom wraps the feet
of its slopes and washes the old strata
of prehistoric granite.
Let the dew of Hermon fall upon Zion-
O the blessed drops upon the head!
O the origin of eternal life!

On this day we promised with aspirations-
Minds that had long been apart coming together.
Here we made new land
and lit wisdom in the soul:
Veritas Lux Mea.
O look at what the light reveals-
A most resolute path of a generation.
Despite injustices and wickedness
and the black hand of darkness covering eyes-
O the radiant wisdom that split
the crown of darkness!
Ah Seoul National,
You were wise at every dark turn.

Look at this path, paved by the spine-
A vision as hard and strong as bone.
This vision, ruminated deep within the heart,
now dwells in the marrow of the living
and opens this path from within.
O look at this solid path, paved by a determined generation-
A seat of everlasting prowess.

That auspicious spirit, from the holy peak
to the feet of the mountain.
A university of the people,
Its heart teeming with mountain frost.
A university of the world that rises like fire.
Look at the abundant pillars of light
that cut through all darkness-
So that light follows light
Bone follows bone
and mountains call mountains to rise
and look at this path ablaze-
the eternal path of the eternal people.

This day was promised by the heart of the people.
So to those who ask where the path to our nation lies,
Tell them to look to Mount Gwanak,
The great heritor of the people.
Ah Seoul National, your path will shine!
To whoever asks-
Tell them to lift their eyes
to Mount Gwanak. ω.

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Now the World Knows Where to Find Him: Seamus Heaney HomePlace Opens Its Door

|| September 16: 2016 || ά. ''An almost architectural precision make-over means that everyday life, living, and reminiscence, offer the readers a poetry that 'afterwards' resonates depth, grace, and a disturbed but melancholy calm. Layers of the ordinary create musical opening of 'rust', thistles, silence, sky':Polish Speepers.'' This is what Poets' Letter Magazine October 2006 issue wrote about Seamus Heaney's District and Circle, his 12th Poetry collection that was published that year by Faber and Faber. These are the three quotes, out of five, that were used in the review: i: And so by night and day to be transported: Through galloried earth with them, the only relic: Of all that I belonged to, hurtled forward,: Reflecting in a window, mirror-backed: By basted weeping rock walls, flicker-lit: ii: Hedge-hop, I am absolute: For you, your ready talkback,: Your each stand-offish comeback,: Your picky, nervy gold beak-: On the grass where I arrive: In the ivy where I leave: iii: If self is a location, so is love:: Bearings are taken, markings, cardinal points,: Options, obstinacies, dug heels and distance,: Here and there and now and then. a stance.:

Today, as we report on this good news of the Opening of Seamus Heaney HomePlace, a Major New Arts and Literary Centre, dedicated to the Nobel Laureate Seamus Heaney, 1939-2013, opens on Friday, September 30, 2016, we revisit and celebrate that momentous collection of his, District and Circle, of its 'rust, thistles, silence, sky'' and the mind that Seamus Heaney was. A Mid Ulster District Council project, HomePlace is located in the Northern Ireland Village of Bellaghy, where Seamus Heaney was raised, and where he drew much of the inspiration for his poetry. HomePlace has been designed in close collaboration with Seamus Heaney's family, including his wife Marie and three children Michael, Christopher and Catherine Ann who have donated a significant part of his personal library, desk, photographs and artefacts. And with this opening of this Centre, not only the Irish people have a place to go, find and be with his life and work but also, truly, now the World knows that it has a place to go and find Seamus Heaney: it is the HomePlace in Village Bellaghy. His daughter Catherine Ann said: "It has been rewarding for our family to see this project take shape, from its early stages through to the launch. We hope that HomePlace will become a hub for the local community and a destination for visitors from further afield, and that, for everyone, it will illuminate the poems and bring them to life."

The Poets' Letter Magazine October 2016 issue review of Seamus Heaney's District and Circle

Seamus Heaney's nephew, Brian McCormick, will manage HomePlace. Fellow poets and friends Paul Muldoon, Peter Fallon, Michael Longley, Sinéad Morrisey and Tom Paulin are all supporting the project and taking part in events.

Councillor Trevor Wilson, Chair of Mid Ulster District Council said: "Throughout the process we have endeavoured to be sensitive to Seamus Heaney and the people closest to him. We have consulted closely with his family on all areas of the development of our permanent exhibition of his life story. As a result, we believe that a very special and authentic experience has been created."

Purpose-built on the site of a former RUC police station, at a cost of £04.25 million, HomePlace is an exciting addition within its village setting. The core feature is a permanent exhibition about the life and literature of Seamus Heaney, arranged over two floors and filled with personal stories, dozens of photographs, video recordings from friends, neighbours, world leaders, cultural figures, and the voice of the poet himself.

The centre also boasts a 191-seater performing arts space, education and learning spaces, a café, shop and an annex for community use. A full cultural programme has been developed by renowned artistic directors Sean Doran and Liam Browne.

Poet and friend of Seamus Heaney, Michael Longley said: "This building, the HomePlace, will become an echo chamber for the poet's beautiful lines."

The HomePlace is situated at 45 Main Street, Bellaghy, BT45 8HT. Telephone: 028 7938 7444: Email: seamusheaney at midulstercouncil.org. Website: seamusheaneyhome.com.

Seamus Heaney was born at Mossbawn on April 13, 1939 near the village of Bellaghy, the eldest of 9 children. He attended Anahorish Primary School before leaving in 1951 to continue his education as a boarder at St Columb’s College in Derry. He gained a first class honours degree in English Language and Literature from Queen’s University, Belfast:QUB in 1961 and it was during this period that his first poems were published in student magazines.

He went on to qualify as a teacher, taking up a post in St Thomas’s Secondary School in Belfast before being appointed Lecturer in English at St Joseph’s College of Education. In 1966 his first collection of poems, Death of a Naturalist, was published and in the same year he was appointed to the faculty of QUB as lecturer in English. He was subsequently a professor at both Harvard University and Oxford University.

He wrote and published poetry, plays, essays and translations throughout his life and in 1995 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, sealing his reputation as one of Ireland’s literary and cultural giants. He died in Dublin in 2013 and chose Bellaghy as his final resting place. He who sang: ‘I rhyme: To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.’:

He who sang: ‘I rhyme: To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.’: Does the darkness echo still? Does it carry that what Seamus Heaney was? If it does not, there won't be a home for the echoing of the light. I sing, let us say, the darkness that echoes through me and through which, I find it blooming as light into all that I aspire to touch, reach, create and be: seeking to echo, to resonate that magnetism of life that once touched me in the name and word of 'hibiscus rosa sinensis' when I was 14, that shaped me to be a poet, one that lives in the echoing darkness, in the elaborated magic of the solitude-serene light, arising out of that enigma of darkness: a poet, who seeks to sing the photonarine alpha and omega of life, strung between the spread of darkness and the rays of ever-going photo-calls. Unless there is the form of darkness there can not be a bloom of the light for it needs home. We are delighted that Seamus Heaney has finally come home at the Seamus Heaney HomePlace. ω.  

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As Finland Prepares to Celebrate 100 Years of Liberty in 2017 The Humanion Launches The Suomivala Challenge

Image: Suomi Sata:Finland 100

|| June 03: 2016 || ά. As Finland prepares to celebrate 100 Years of Liberty The Humanion Launches this Epic Challenge, The Suomivala Challenge. What is The Suomivala Challenge? A good question.

The Suomivala: The Kalevala

Now, go and write your lines of The Suomivala

What is the Suomivala? You might wonder; and wondering is good for your soul! The Kalevala is the Finnish Epic. The Humanion invites everyone, and you do not necessarily have to be a Finn to take part, so long you either have read or know enough about The Kalevala and, if not, you have the interest to learn more about the epic or better still read it, to join in and write a modern version of The Kalevala using nothing but 100 Lines. That would be a Nano-Epic in 100 lines: which would double up as the lines are written forward and backward. Each line will celebrate a year of Finland being an independent country. And here is the first one in two or two in one line of The Suomivala.

Because each line doubles up so that effectively one is two or two as one, The Suomivala would be known by two titles: The Suomivala and The Imousvala

The Purpose

To Celebrate The Kalevala and Take the Epic to a Wider Readership as well as joining Finland in her 100 Years of Liberty celebration next year.

Deadline

February 28, 2017: That's The Kalevala Day.

A Celebration of Dr Elias Lönnrot

And The Suomivala is a celebration, too, of Dr Elias Lönnrot who had left medicine and followed the call of The Kalevala and gathered her pieces together from across Finland and Karelia and presented it to the Finnish people who, with the help and creations of great minds like Sibelius, Järnfelt, Runeberg, Eino Leino, Aleksis Kiivi, Gallen-Kallela, Larin Paraske, Madetoja, Minna Canth, Sillaanppää and many many others in so many fields of life, using the Kalevalan cement, bricks and mortars, sand and dust and earth, water and air like the the epic impossible Mother in The Kalevala who raised her dead son back to life by searching, seeking, finding, gathering and piecing together all the pieces and all the 'dust' of him, have been able not only to gather a Finland to rise up and fight the Winter War and come through the eternal WINTER onto a united identity as a people in the oneness of a nation in a land of the North. It was almost a Finnish Renaissance and it must continue for Finlandia is the music of The Sampo of The Kalevala. It is the story of iron, both solid and liquid, and of fire and of creation and magic: of life, of living and of music.

How are the Lines Formed

You are at liberty, Vapaus, to form the line however way you like. The only 'structural' constraint is that the line must make sense whether it is read from left to right or right to left. This is simply the 'thread' that connects The Suomivala to The Kalevala because the Kalevalan wise and ancient Hero Väinamoinen is a magician, a poet and singer and he can sing the story forward and backwards. And Thus he has the 'power' to make magic.

How

Here is the direct example. Suomi is for Finland and for the Finnish language. Now, arrange the word backward and you get Imous. Väinamoinen would make magic by saying Suomi into Imous or Minä rakastan sinua as Sinua rakastan minä! Some examples are given below for you to have a look. You are, however, welcome to 'tinker' with the re-arrangement of the line when forming it backward so that you may change a  word's position to help you make sense. However, if your original line is well thought out and comes as the most natural expression it should not be difficult to retain the same meaning backwards. Another point, the line backward may not follow 100% grammatical formation but will still convey meaning to the same affect as the original line.

The Beginning Line of The Suomivala

Yes, someone must begin it and here is the FIRST Line of The Suomivala. However, if you think about it, the 100 lines automatically double up and become 200 lines when you write them as:

In light's infinity nine worlds of my Soumainen Soul window out and sing Marjatta Metaphors

Marjatta Metaphors sing and window out my Soumainen Soul of nine worlds in light's infinity

:Suomainen:Not Suomalainen: Marjatta> maar:yaath:tha

In What Languages The Suomivala is to Be Written

Those who are native Suomalainen and those who know Suomi enough to be able to create in the language can and should write their original line in Suomi and then get it translated into English and both version would be used together.

Those who are not 'Suomalainen' and do not fall in the first category are to use English for their lines.

But the line must make 'enough' of a sense backward as well as forward.

What Would The Humanion Do with The Suomivala

Well, The Humanion would publish it in a Special Presentation on May 12, 2017. The Humanion would endeavour to publish it as a Book and seek to find a Finnish Source/Publisher/Body to publish it as a Book. So, you carry on writing your lines and The Humanion shall carry on locating that 'Source' so to publish The Suomivala in 2017.

Human souls cannot and do not live on rice and bread: it lives as and by beauty, by joy, by art, by humanity and by the the music it all makes: even when a human soul eats and drinks it is not the body that makes the judgement as to whether the food and drinks are beautiful, delicious and wonderful and it is not the body that 'enjoys' the food and drink. Because if it is the body that does this 'judging' and 'enjoying' than humans should not make any fuss whatever about food and drink and get 'tablets' as food and 'nutritional liquid-mixture' as drink and swallow it since that should satisfy all physiological need for nutrition. Give someone all the nutritional food and drink in the world, perfectly balanced but it looks awful, it smells disgusting and it tastes absolutely revolting and you would find the human would chose to go hungry!

How to Submit

Please, send your lines following these rules

Name:
Contact Tetails:
Lines:
1. The original line
2. The line backward
3. If written in Finish the original two lines and the translation in English so that there should be four lines if in Finnish.
4. Write one line about who you are: either in English or Finnish.
5. Send to editor at thehumanion dot com
6. Subject Line: The Suomivala
7. You will be acknowledged for submissions
8. The poets whose lines are chosen to go in The Suomivala will be notified.
9. By submitting you give the Copyright to The Humanion. It means that The Humanion will be able to publish the materials and get them published as a book. If The book is published and it generates any funds the Publisher whoever it might:The Humanion does not deal with money: be will donate the Money to:
 

Medecins Sans Frontieres

Médecins Sans Frontières:MSF is an international, independent, medical humanitarian organisation that delivers emergency aid to people affected by armed conflict, epidemics, natural disasters and exclusion from healthcare. MSF offers assistance to people based on need, irrespective of race, religion, gender or political affiliation. Our actions are guided by medical ethics and the principles of neutrality and impartiality. MSF

This is the part by which we celebrate Dr Elias Lönnrot

Finnish Partners Sought

The Humanion invites all Finnish media, arts, culture, poetry, literature, history and any other type of organisations who are interested in this project to join us and become Partners in the Project so that everyone in Finland and Finnish Diaspora hears about the Project. But this invite is open to every one both persons and organisations anywhere in the world who are interested in World Poetry and here, Finland, Finnish people and the Finnish language and culture.

Now Ger Submitting. Nähdään pian!

The Humanion

From the Land of The Suomivala: ω.

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Here Some Expressions of How to Sing Forward and Backward

Here are Some Emmatries

And Here we publish from Munayem Mayenin's Poetry Collection, Seagull Liberty's Poetwrheath: ISBN: 978-1-291-13793-4: First Published: October 25, 2012: Copyrights @ Munayem Mayenin, London, UK 1990-2012

What are Emmatries: Emmatries:emma-trees: poetry that seeks the truth and sings the beauty regardless of which way it seeks it or approaches it or sings it. From the beginning or from the end, it still sings the magic and its magnificence of life and this astounding Universe where this spectacle of life unfolds unfolding us with her. Emmatries are poetry of a new world, a new language, a new magnetism of life and its expressive exuberance. Emmatries invites the readers to abandon the known world and venture bravely into a new world that already exists in the mind, soul and body of the reader in terms of his/her dream and the way they enrich him/her life. Emmatries crafts with the diamond cuts into life and tries to sculpt out emmaphires; at least, that's what it tries. Emmatries are the business of making life sing emmaphires that this market not only does not know but also cannot ever sell.

New Phoenix Gold

Let’s break the earth to golden dust
And add the cement of water in it
And dough we make of new gold

Of new gold make we dough and
In it of the cement water add and
To golden dust the earth let’s break

And let’s clay out new phoenix-gold
And blow in life that you and I hold
And they rise-fly like motion-waves

Like motion-waves rise-fly they and
Hold I and you that in life blow and
Phoenix-gold new clay out let’s and

There they fly in new flights and sing
They do new Sibelius in anew notes
And scales and scores and anew new

New anew and scores and scales and
In notes anew Sibelius new do they
Sing and in new flights fly they there


This Magic I Give You: You Give I This Magic

Tell the tree to rise downward
The roots must seek to grow
Must they hold the whole earth

Earth the whole hold must they
To grow must seek: the roots
Downward to rise the tree: tell

Tell the tree to rise upward
The branches must seek to grow
Must they hold the Universe

The Universe hold they must
To grow seek must the branches
Upward to rise the tree: tell

So that it is not in a pot down
Or up and it goes all clasping in
Tell the tree it must be a spring

A spring be must it the tree:tell
Clasping in all goes it and up or
Down in a pot or not it is that so

Emmatries are Emmaphires from a language that does not exist in dictionaries nor the concepts, ideas, states and ideaphores they bring exist in the norm-taught cultures or spheres. You want to create: go and create; do not imitate or get dictated to do so. To create is to bring something forth that does not exist so that by becoming existent it takes us forward to a point where we are 'enriched' for it because now we know how we were without it. These come from a universe where idearian symphonies are played out onto the spread of the ocean of the echoing eternities where one is simply a drop of water merged onto the body of the ocean that one simply has ceased as an 'ego' and become one with the whole. This place, neither the market nor its market-god' knows anything of or about. This is the place where poets must find a home from where 'to sing the truth' as Rilke says. ω.

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World Poetry Day: Poetry Contributes to the Expansion of Our Common Humanity

Al-Taghrooda, traditional Bedouin chanted poetry. Photo: Ministry of Heritage and Culture, Sultanate of Oman, 2011

March 21, 2016: By paying tribute to the men and women whose only instrument is free speech, the head of the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) recognized the value of poetry as a symbol of the human spirit's creativity as she marked the annual observance of World Poetry Day.

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World Poetry Day: March 21

Held every year on March 21, World Poetry Day celebrates one of humanity’s most treasured forms of cultural and linguistic expression and identity. Practiced throughout history – in every culture and on every continent – poetry speaks to our common humanity and our shared values, transforming the simplest of poems into a powerful catalyst for dialogue and peace.  UNESCO first adopted 21 March as World Poetry Day during its 30th General Conference in Paris in 1999, with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard. World Poetry Day is the occasion to honour poets, revive oral traditions of poetry recitals, promote the reading, writing and teaching of poetry, foster the convergence between poetry and other arts such as theatre, dance, music and painting, and raise the visibility of poetry in the media. As poetry continues to bring people together across continents, all are invited to join in.  Readmore on World Poetry Day

“By giving form and words to that which has none – such as the unfathomable beauty that surrounds us, the immense suffering and misery of the world – poetry contributes to the expansion of our common humanity, helping to increase its strength, solidarity and self-awareness,” Director-General Irina Bokova said in her message for the Day.

Ms. Bokova pointed to the voices that carry poetry as helping to promote linguistic diversity and freedom of expression, saying: “They participate in the global effort towards artistic education and the dissemination of culture. The first word of a poem sometimes suffices to regain confidence in the face of adversity, to find the path of hope in the face of barbarity.”

Shakespeare, who died 400 years ago, wrote in A Midsummer Night's Dream that: “The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven. And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name.”

Ms. Bokova underscored that in the age of automation and the immediacy of modern life, “poetry also opens a space for the freedom and adventure inherent in human dignity. From Korean Arirang to Mexican Pirekua, the Hudhud chants of the Ifugao people, Saudi Arabian Alardah, Turkmen Koroghlu and Kyrgyz Aitysh, each culture has its poetic art that it uses to transmit knowledge, socio-cultural values and collective memory, which strengthen mutual respect, social cohesion and the search for peace.”

Commemorating the Day, she applauded the practitioners, actors, storytellers and all those anonymous voices committed to and through poetry, giving readings in the shadows or in the spotlights, in gardens or streets and called upon all Member States “to support this poetic effort, which has the power to bring us together, regardless of origins or beliefs, by that which is at the very core of humanity.”

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VI London Poetry Festival 2016: October 14-17

Get in touch for Poets in Residence for 2016 Festival, to read, to sing, to perform, to support, to volunteer, to join the celebration

 

 

 

 

The Candle Won't Blow Out Celebration of William Shakespeare 2016

There is no better way to celebrate William Shakespeare than reading his life's works

The First Presentation: Wherefore art thou.........February 14, 2016

The Second Presentation: Out, out, brief candle! On Shakespeare's Birthday in April

The Third Presentation: The Last Syllable of Recorded Time. In the Poetry Month October

 

The First Presentation: Wherefore art thou.........February 14, 2016

 

Hamlet

What a piece of work
is a ''man''! How noble in reason! how infinite in
faculties! in form and moving, how express and
admirable! in action, how like an angel! in
apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the
world! The paragon of animals!

Sonnet

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

400 years since the passing of William Shakespeare this year, yet he seems as young by as many years...................

The image, bottom right, is a photograph of a National Theatre Poster for As You Like It where Rosalie Craig is seen as Rosalind
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

William Shakespeare Sonnet

You ask wherefore art thou William and seek an answer to that yet?
Therefore I am where the cricket singeth the green the lark the blues
Where the Thames weaves Elleesium songs in the touches and tastes
Of all the salts and sleets brought from the flowing earth as the skies

Paint on the banks where human footfalls raise a sonar wave- map
Therefore I am where English tongue is means to make minds work
And when you mind high and low to find broken pieces of human
Minds and look for features and hues and steels and stones that make

This human-paragon of us did I not already tell you that in all-songs
I am therefore where and when you are in love and toil and strive and
Find the soul of word that you may wake to rise each day to pick up

The sun out of the immensity of the endless swirls of skies from the depth
Of darkness bring out the moon as if by magic you hold the key of life
And off your soul you bring out supernovas of the human heart in love

Munayem Mayenin Celebrating William Shakespeare at 400 years of his passing and living on. February 14, 2016

William Shakespeare Is Not Lost in Translation : Dr Natalia Carbajosa

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The Lake Eden Eye

 

 

 

 

The Window of the Heavens Always Open and Calling: All We Have to Do Is: To Choose to Be Open, Listen and Respond

 

 

 

Imagine a Rose-Boat

Imagine a rose floating like a tiny little boat on this ocean of infinity
And raise your soul-sail on this wee-little boat and go seeking out
All along feed on nothing but the light that you gather only light
Fear shall never fathom you nor greed can tempt nor illusion divert
For Love you are by name by deeds you are love's working-map

 

 

Only in the transparent pool of knowledge, chiselled out by the sharp incision of wisdom, is seen the true face of what truth is: That what  beauty paints, that what music sings, that what love makes into a magic. And it is life: a momentary magnificence, a-bloom like a bubble's miniscule exposition, against the spread of this awe-inspiring composition of the the Universe. Only through the path of seeking, learning, asking and developing, only through the vehicles and vesicles of knowledge, only through listening to the endless springs flowing beneath, outside, around and beyond our reach, of wisdom, we find the infinite ocean of love which is boundless, eternal, and being infinite, it makes us, shapes us and frees us onto the miracle of infinite liberty: without border, limitation or end. There is nothing better, larger or deeper that humanity can ever be than to simply be and do love. The Humanion

 

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The Humanion Online Daily from the United Kingdom for the World: To Inspire Souls to Seek

At Home in the Universe : One Without Frontier. Editor: Munayem Mayenin

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First Published: September 24: 2015